Nobody is more reminiscent of Zeno.
Zeno poetino Urbino is now crammed into obscurity lies in a nursing home city with the minimum pension that does all in diapers.
None you remember more. Ok, it's crazy. It 's always been mad: still echo his memorable quarrel he has done, with almost the entire population of Urbino. Moreover, it is now suffering from a kind of compulsive tics and chewing air continuously as to want to renege on all the fine words that got in Urbino, Urbino, and has flatly forgotten.
A poet is a poet and always forget it's not nice.
Section Lipparini has a penchant for punch-drunk boxers, and the old lions, those who start the game knowing they have already lost. So great credit to Zeno Fortini!
Cold
If only we knew that you went so softly
and a great silence
left in the hearts of those who
loved you and that you loved
more than your last breath you
us we would give ourselves
because you were a flower that never withers
and maybe I stayed for another hour in the corner.
And the house without you Giulio
is cold like a tree in winter.
From "I , Neno and Leonarda "
Zeno poetino Urbino is now crammed into obscurity lies in a nursing home city with the minimum pension that does all in diapers.
None you remember more. Ok, it's crazy. It 's always been mad: still echo his memorable quarrel he has done, with almost the entire population of Urbino. Moreover, it is now suffering from a kind of compulsive tics and chewing air continuously as to want to renege on all the fine words that got in Urbino, Urbino, and has flatly forgotten.
A poet is a poet and always forget it's not nice.
Section Lipparini has a penchant for punch-drunk boxers, and the old lions, those who start the game knowing they have already lost. So great credit to Zeno Fortini!
Cold
If only we knew that you went so softly
and a great silence
left in the hearts of those who
loved you and that you loved
more than your last breath you
us we would give ourselves
because you were a flower that never withers
and maybe I stayed for another hour in the corner.
And the house without you Giulio
is cold like a tree in winter.
From "I , Neno and Leonarda "
Lipparini Section - Mr J 
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