Plice stochastic over our heads, houses, roads.
folds creep in the crevices of rocks, roots emerged of former forests in the cracks of the walls of houses, old or new or old.
rivulet Fell silent or suction cups whipping against their faces and wash walls and, sometimes, and corrode, others.
downpour, drizzle, slight wetness, torrential rainfall, slap natural cyclone condition definitive definition.
The rain soaks peasants, out of malice or mere gravity, permeates every place of himself and softens, breaking up stones, languid ties of the things that all of a sudden, they indulge to futility of mortals and their properties become mobile and descend drifts muddy and terrible nature of a placid, whirling and placid, placid and impetuous, noisy and calm, that nature, from his point of view, does not care.
And the water that overflows, overflows, overflowing, regurgitation, vomiting, rejoices, is free, does not flow according to the natural way - that we have buried, and on which we built palaces - but still: in homes, crops, between the bricks that break over our heads bathed in an inescapable consequence.
Even widens the earth beneath our feet and try to swallow, pre-buried, because one of us has run just annoyed, indifferent to our crawling, our kill for a domain that may have little water disappear. After all, we live in uncertain over an inch thick.
F. Alessandro Motta
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