This poem tells how strange is the easiest thing in the world.
Come down, come down
,
in March,
when everyone thought that was in the Spring
arrival
comes down, comes down
,
snow,
like flour in a bakery,
is down,
crazy city traffic,
sky, which seems paper, we
looming.
is down,
whitens all
streets, yards,
which, until recently, housed
children
whitewashed houses, hedges
whitewashed whitewashed
squares,
in March,
in March that you forget to be winter
March
snow, snow
,
snowball traveling to Bologna Porretta,
silence, living in silence
not used,
live in isolation are not used,
live surprised you are not used anymore,
snow covers the roads, isolating
,
is down,
white powder from the sky, and I
,
watch the snowfall of March through the window of my room.
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