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Poets of the Italian Diaspora - France
but you have winter behind you
there is this city where I was born
where I made believe I lived
where I died
there are so many faces of acquaintances
who are already fading from my mind
there are languages that I spoke
and that are now indifferent to me
meanwhile it’s raining,
pouring continuously.
(from Ri/stritti/zzi)
Another Dream
It starts. The sky
opens up
its wide mouth
and devours
the little grape bunches of stars
It starts. The sea
awakens
and the sand on the beach
yawns at it
It starts upon
the ruins outside
and inside
It starts like once
and like always
Beautiful day
I dreamed of
The earthquake
(from Ri/stritti/zzi)
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