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…The hair, though … but God’s sake!
Do you remember the hair, my love?

The fear of a comb unobtainable
we agonized for more than a quarter of an hour …

(Clandestini (Stowaways) – from: Benito Ciarlo,Five or six verses crumbled – Dreams and Nightmares)
click here to read the comprehensive poetry in Italian

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