In the cradle of the toys to my games
you were there: little face of the piece,
wool hair, a dress with large buttons
and above all
two soft eyes.
are now large ...
childhood I put it aside.
in the attic,
from an old cardboard box
I often call my name.
E 'carefree
hidden inside a fortress of gloom when
clutching my doll for a moment
was going on.
Di Maria Fantini
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