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9
Poets of the Italian Diaspora - France
The Basket Player
Still mild evenings suddenly
bloomed upon the rooves
that early autumn, a few
stars spread their scent
children calls
trembled in the air
In the gym the silence
was full of distant noises
of balls thumping the ground,
of female voices
quickly hushed by the coach
Your amphora-shaped figure
dashing against
the ash gray background of the hill
faded in the new color.
I was breathing hard.
A light pain at first,
then the intermittent neon light
gave made a pain
like the prick of a thorn.
(from Sexantropus e altre poesie preistoriche)
The sea explodes.
The sea turns dunes
the cloud sea gull.
Journey.
The Sea’s Inconstancy
To bring voices close
the sliding planes
the eggs incubated in the mind
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