Trucks come down from the mountains
loaded with wood
and the pines depart in the form of a caravan.
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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...
DEPARTING PINES
Trucks come down from the mountains
loaded with wood
and the pines depart in the form of a caravan.
