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Apr 2015
It's true,
that uncultivated field
smacks of disorder
it's not looked after,
it smacks of waste
it's not exploited,
it smacks of neglect
there's no control
but I like it

it smacks of freedom.

25.9.'13
The original poem ("Il campo incolto") is in Italian.
There is no good translation for a poem.
I apologize for mine. Corrections are welcome.
As far as the sound of the poem is concerned,
please, read the original poem.
Gianfranco Aurilio
Written by
Gianfranco Aurilio  Italy
(Italy)   
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