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avevo voglia di urlare ma in ufficio non potevo...
che cos'è questa cosa che mi preme dentro? Vita?
Felicità? Sconforto?...presentati, per piacere, perchè
non ti conosco e mi fai un po' paura... o forse è meglio
di no, resta li dove sei, osservami e continua a
sogghignare mefisticamente verso di me,non ha importanza,
continua pure ad ostacolarmi e mettermi alla prova
...ho imparato a cadere in piedi ormai,e forse tra un po'
ti stancherai di questo mio nuovo "essere",
mi dispiace ma ho tagliato i fili, non sono più un burattino
...sono un bambino vero!