Monday, July 25, 2005

She is looking outside, from where she is sitting, and I look at her, and there is something in me that can not close up, in that looking. Mayfly has a body. And she is my morning. Say her name.

Guarda fuori, seduta dov'era, e io guardo lei e c'e' qualcosa in me che non riesce ad andare giu', in quello sguardo. Mayfly ha un corpo. Lei e' il mio mattino. Dico il suo nome.

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Anonymous Anonymous said...

Quale poesia ciò è?

5:12 PM  

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