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Clof, clof

Way on the leaves.
Clof, clof.
behind me the noise is different, other than that I feel under my feet. And the skirt rustles
carrying small pieces of dead branches.
Behind the noise of flowing water.
walk through the bare trees.
I go under the black clouds closed.
All is quiet.
Way stillness of my hand.
Clof, clof.
I turn.
I see.
I see over the figs. The
cola sky.
is poured on the ground. Falls right before my eyes.
is a wall of water.
evaporates.
is there, beyond the last plant that barely holds its leaves, that's where it rains.
thick.
lines are horizontal.
down.
Sfrusciano.
roar.
close my eyes.
The image disappears.
is in my nostrils.
You smell of dead leaves soaked in water.
is wet, damp smell.
Denso.
too dense.
I might lose my balance.
Porto head back.
The neck bends. The head weighs
.
The neck bends.
lips unfold.
Sete. Among
lips split.
Sete.
enters the nose moist.
From the mouth of the hot salt body.