Nastasimir Franovic
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Poesie di Nastasimir Franovic

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Words

Words
Where is the sun setting now?
The wind that ruffled your hair, is it blowing?
Never(…)

Desire

Desire
I didn't see you nacked that night.
In your sighing, I felt all my vigor.
With your(…)

You

You
Your skin is moist like sand touched by the sea foam.
Your lips are like two coves.
Wave(…)

Hands

Hands Hands slip away, innocent, tired hands.
Marble glances.
You and me.
The new sun(…)