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The midge , still ahead.

I still pass: flutters before

the computer screen, connected

the medial portal and the world.

The third time passes. . . The fourth. . .

The fourth!

stay, calm and quiet: For "non-violence."

may be fetid breath, out of my mouth, the recall?

Or maybe it's something? Introduce, peaceful, floppy disk;

m'accingo with relaxation, goal.

In "internet", suddenly, surfing the best,

the fly returns to the screen,

on my nose, obvious. . .

Enough!

A move of the finger, and now, the fruit fly,

remains only a memory: I now

from his finger and wipe the waste, which exceeds the screen.

conscience hurts me: son'indegno member of the WWF. . .

O had, from helpless, suffering the assaults without a shadow of nod?

Now look, finally, tranquil

images from the internet. . . too raw, war, injustice

fierce for us this time,

incomparable with Hellenism old

then considered "civilization", the forerunner now or not.

The fly, in this present world,

has been, by chance, a. . . Angelo? . From me killed?

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