Knowledge
is an explored labyrinth
by all those
who like the knowledge
to occupy the unfinished life
of the city,
of wind,
countryside,
horizon,
December,
end of a year.
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When I close my door
PoetryI dedicate this work to all the friends who are left in the heart. To all those who love me. In When I close my door, a social interest and a renunciation for the sake of communication is explicit, the subject destroys his exterior, recomposes himse...
