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Roberto Amato

• . . . And yet
• I believed I was me
• I don't want anyone to accompany me beyond the bridge
• I'd like to tell your husband
• So very little time
• The city is designed very well.
• The infinite is like this
• The pigeons listen to us converse.
• The pigeons on this obscure meadow are completely black
• The water is as green as an infusion
• There are goats up there
• This past night I found myself drowning in quicksand
• We happened to enter unfamiliar places
• Yes
• Yesterday I visited the house of Leopardi.
• You may say that between me and you