Cigola the pulley shaft
the water rises to the light and there merges.
trembles in a memory filled bucket
in the pure image circle ride.
berth in the face of fading lips:
deforms the past, you old
belongs to another ...
the water rises to the light and there merges.
trembles in a memory filled bucket
in the pure image circle ride.
berth in the face of fading lips:
deforms the past, you old
belongs to another ...
Ah already stride
the wheel, you end restores the atrium,
vision, a distance between us.
Eugenio Montale
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