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It was warm
In the sprawl of recently harvested grain
and at the horizon,
poached until the sea.
Distance between burnt grass
and the song of the cicada:
himn to the suffocating muggy weather.
In the paralysis of the air,
as the blue was approaching,
spreading scent of citrus groves…
the perennial garden of the
secular knight templar. |
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Acqva di sale
Acqva e zucchero
Fiori d'ambra
Tvberosa
Santalvm
Neroli
Patchovly
Antico Carvso
Soavissima
Confetto
Thvndra
Ichnvsa
Victrix
Ambra avrea
Fvmidvs
Dvlcis in Fvundo
Volo az 686
Alba
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