Categoria: You in my heart (trad. di F. E. Albi)
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The cliff
A roving bird sliding softly. The Cliff unveils a hollow of sky and a valley made virginal by time, scenting of sounds of immensity. Wasting away in the infinite: watching it all, slowly, like smoke. Living of light. The Cliff has a chasm beneath; on the side, a cemetery. 01-12-2011
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Houses
From the train I saw, high on the mountains, hermitic houses wrecked and disemboweled; others, decked up, paraded to the sun flashes of color, pitiful of the stilled ruins. 01-12-2011
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The crickets’ regret
On the walls of the old mill I used to watch mocking spiders guarding their webs, long columns of wise aunts we thought in mourning. Now nobody ever spies the abodes of Iizards exhausted. Why does the owl cry in the regret of crickets? 01-12-2011
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Against the sun
There is no wind lashing a fleck of time; but a dog howling at the moon. There’s no rain drowning memories; a cypress only violent against the sun. 01-12-2011
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Landscape
An array of pines; the valley sloping in the sun; scents of hay in cracked houses. I thirst for immensity; a swarm of songs; a mystic peace. Thoughts clouding the whisper of creeks among moist violets. 01-12-2011
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Headstone
Should you be told of this infant, the chrysanthemums have seen him singing in the sky, migrating with birds. 01-12-2011