"questi maledetti cani fanno sembrare questo posto perduto la luna deve essere caduta laggiù, tra le colline cerco di mettere a fuoco degli stupidi rumori non mi..."
"L’acqua ha un sapore, e anche un colore, un’identità. Fa un rumore. Si insidia. Mi osserva, da dentro il bicchiere. Non lo sa che sto scrivendo di lei. Mi fa pa..."
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