we sat in the car not to speak. pargheggi in more 'crowded streets of the countryside, the regional evening. and that summer ended too soon and to convince me to get used to you. like the sound of the silence of all. like a million nostrils widen. that in novels such as our thoughts. and when you dreamed you were a Nabokov's Lolita Moroccan escort a lady Bolivian Bersani a song in D minor. like that time in that hotel in the center . volevan and what we say about those dreams I swear I do not know. I swear I do not know.
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