Sono aratri
a solcare l’animo
nel profondo
ma senza mani
a guidarle
e labbra
a sentirle
e gambe
a condurre
non restano
che sterili giochi.
la mia testa è il mio rifugio
la mia testa è il mio rifugio
Sono aratri
a solcare l’animo
nel profondo
ma senza mani
a guidarle
e labbra
a sentirle
e gambe
a condurre
non restano
che sterili giochi.
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