Francesco sent me poetry by Fabiano Alborghetti from Italy.
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Then her son got lost, suddenly in the square
among the crowd there’s a new space where he stood:
and no one who knew, no one that had seen
a t-shirt with purple stripes, his red cap on his head.
What do you know of the fright I got she shouted right in his face
what do you know of a mother being crippled (more…)
