Friday, March 29, 2019
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Quando il morto se n'è andato
per la forza del male che mi ha cambiato,
mio fratello è tornato nel presente
senza bisogno di cose sue, di me, di niente
anche se è solo un colore
che tinge i sensi, una fodera nella stoffa dei movimenti
Settembre 1994 - Settembre 1999
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Gian Mario Villalta
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2/22/2026 7:42:11 AM # 1.0.0
Villalta’s poetry describes reality in a simple and precise way. As the author himself affirms: ''I have abandoned the work of colouring reality through metaphors or something that could seem like the mind’s contribution to visible reality......... to let things enter me so deeply that I can simply say how they are.''