I Gabbiani

Non so dove i gabbiani abbiano il nido,
ove trovino pace.
Io son come loro,
in perpetuo volo.
La vita la sfioro
com’essi l’acqua ad acciuffare il cibo.
E come forse anch’essi amo la quiete,
la gran quiete marina,
ma il mio destino è vivere
balenando in burrasca.



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introvert, nonconformist, asocial, solitary, medium-high culture, I hate hypocrisy and bigotry, lover of classical and baroque music. Bach über alles!

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