Poetry
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The songbird sings from his syrinx, at the bottom of his trachea, where the two bronchi become one. It is a hollow space framed by reverberant cartilage and smooth muscle tympanum. There are no chords to split and differentiate the breath. The tongue does not direct the sound, nor are there teeth for sibilance, nor labia for nuance.
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Intervalli
Non esistono note
senza silenzi
treni senza stazioni
voli senza atterraggi
parole d'amore
senza spazi bianchi
Intervals
There are no notes
without silences
trains without stations
flights without landings
words of love
without white spaces.