resist the sweet flattery Fortezza Bastiani?
Liars hucksters
the besieged with violence worthy of Tamerlane
hold on going to meet
pleasure listening to the breath retaining heat
on another waveform will sing my thoughts I walked
turning
empty with no direction keeps me
property within the limits of the ego's obsession
I found myself sitting
on a bench in the sun a magical afternoon of February
glints of gold
and woke up with the air of
that recent rain had left fragments of joy
Franco Battiato
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