Ma un rivolo, di Sogurdr discende le gote cupo come sangue rappreso, nel ricordo di chi un tempo con lui condivise il fato, di chi, una notte, spartì con lui l’amore, in un letto di scudi, spade e altresì lance.

-Fabrizio Corselli

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