I'm whistling through the windows - it's November
and the train is taking me far far away
and I feel that autumn is inside and breaking gently
every trembling, every thought..
I'm trasforming to the wind and make reflections
on the passage from the moon down to the land
and I'm blowing with all force on the projections
of my overflooded world!!
November
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