Valerio Albisetti - Il viaggio della Vita

Black spirals tremble pushed by the wind in the cave where the serpent sees below the landscape fade hanging on falling stars. §§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§ Golden stars rise up from my open balcony I see you sitting and stitching underneath the blossoming orange tree while the young man trembles before your green eyes and red lips. Dear readers with these two poems I end my vacation at the cabin in front of the sea where each evening I wrote the poem of the day for...

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