Against the wind

The wind return and the face is up to the sky, the legs go, a little broken down, hands in the pockets and silence, eventually!
Wind, air, a disease of the wind but without pain, exchange of thoughts, resurfacing unfail… fuck!

torna il vento e la faccia si alza al cielo, le gambe vanno, un po scomposte, mani in tasca e silenzio, finalmente!
vento, aria, una malattia del vento ma senza dolore, ricambio di pensieri, facendo riaffiorare l’immancabile… fanculo!


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