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Vorrei nuove parole

ma la solita immagine
turbina, senza contorni,
nel mezzo dei pensieri.

Una sorta di ombra nera
dagli occhi troppo scintillanti
per poterli fissare.

Deep, deep, deeper, a liquid black, too dark to see through. The tide reverberates with your breath and I’m scared of water.

Fragile and faded, worn out by all the times I have tried to recall it. This much, that is no longer true.

Fireflies in a meadow, or street lamps on the asphalt, polished by the rain and my steps get them in shatters.