Di quel viaggio in macchina lunghissimo,
quando ho visto dal finestrino due tralicci passarsi una nuvola e ripassarsela.
Stavano giocando e avrebbero continuato, con l'unica che c'era.
Perché si gioca con quello che c'è.
Con quello che rimane.
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