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La Bicicletta

La bicicletta


Sale e scende dalle colline


E non  si stanca mai


Parte  prima dei contadini


E ritorna dopo sera


Si bagna sotto la pioggia


Ma ritorna a pedalare


Porta  il timore


Ma anche l’amore


Arrugginita


Sembra rotta


Ma ritorna a girare


Saldata


Sembra vecchia


Ma sopporta


Il peso di mio padre


Anzi mi prende


E mi fa’ volare


Compagna inseparabile


Nel vuoto del tempo




It goes up and down the hills


And  never gets tired


Leaves before  the farmers


And returns after the night


It gets wet in the rain


But  goes back to pedaling


Brings fear


But also tenderness


Rusty


Looks broken


But starts spinning again


Welded


Looks old


But bears


My father’s weight


It gets me


To fly


Inseparable companion


In timeless void

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