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  • Camminava in un campo di orzo
    immersa in quel mare verde
    che ondeggiava morbidamente al suo passaggio.
    Un pò più il là una macchia di papaveri rossi.
    Era come se fosse tornata bambina,
    aveva cominciato a passarci e ripassarci in mezzo,
    ad accarezzarli con i palmi delle mani rivolti in basso,
    a inginocchiarsi e a fotografarli in mille modi.
    Faceva tenerezza guardarla perdersi in quel rosso vellutato...

    Photo Roberto Franza
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