Non voglio parlare di me, ma seguire il secolo, il rumore e l'evolversi del tempo ...
Once upon a time there was a triangle
It had three sides
The fourth kept it hidden
In its burning centre…
… And again it went up every da
To its three peaks
And admired its centre
While at night he was resting
In one of his corners
Vasko Popa
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