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Lassàt in tal recuàrt

a fruvati, e in ta la lontanansa

a lusi, sensa dòul jo i mi inpensi

di te, sensa speransa.

(Al ven sempri pì sidìn e alt

il mar dai àins; e i to pras plens

di timp romai àrsit, i to puòrs vencs

ros di muarta padima, a son ta l'or

di chel mar: pierdùs, e no planzùs).

Lassàs là scunussùs

ta ciamps fores-c'dopu che tant intòr

di lòur ài spasemàt

di amòur par capiju, par capì il puòr

lusìnt e pens so essi, a si àn sieràt

cun te i to òmis sot di un sèil nulàt.

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Pier Paolo Pasolini
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