Sorgente

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Camminavo nel bosco dove giocavo da bambino, ricordai, li, dov’è quel terreno quasi asciutto, c’era una sorgente. Scavai, così, con le mani, ed ecco all’improvviso assieme ai ricordi riaffiorava e sgorgava la sorgente.

Dedicata ad Agnese

Francesco Bucci
I was walking in the woods where I used to play as a child, and I remembered, there where the earth was almost dry, there used to be a spring. I dug there with my hands, and all of a sudden, the spring resurfaced and flowed, together with my memories.

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