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Locuta Lutetia

Se il mondo va alla malora

non è solo colpa degli uomini.

Così diceva una svampita

pipando una granita col chalumeau

al Cafè de Paris.

Non so chi fosse. A volte il Genio è quasi

una cosa da nulla, un colpo di tosse.

Written by

Eugenio Montale

1886-1981 / Male / Italian

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