immortal words that sometimes is good (re) reading: Bring me the sunflower
Eugenio Montale
Bring me the sunflower that I may transplant it
in my land burned by the saline
and monsters all day to the blue of the sky
reflecting the anxiety of its yellow face. They tend to
clarify things dark
you run out of bodies in a flow
of colors: in this music.
vanish and therefore the chance of venture.
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