(...) Leggiadra ti distendi
sullo scoglio lucente di sale
e al sole bruci le membra.
Ricordi la lucertola
ferma sul masso brullo;
te insidia giovinezza,
quella The strap of grass of the child.
Water 'is the force that you temper, and you find yourself in the water
renewals:
we think of you as an alga, as a pebble
un'equorea
creature that does not affect the salt back to the shore but
purer.
right you are!
not disturb the whims of this smiling.
Your gaiety already committed
the future and a collapse of the shoulders
demolishes strongholds
your dark tomorrow.
T'alzi t'avanzi and low on the bridge, above the maelstrom that
stride:
your profile incised
against a background of pearl.
Outcomes in the top of the trembling axle
then laugh, and how strong by a wind
t'abbatti the arms of your divine friend who seize you.
we watch you, race
of those who remain on the ground.
(Eugenio Montale, Ossi di sepia)
not disturb the whims of this smiling.
Your gaiety already committed
the future and a collapse of the shoulders
demolishes strongholds
your dark tomorrow.
T'alzi t'avanzi and low on the bridge, above the maelstrom that
stride:
your profile incised
against a background of pearl.
Outcomes in the top of the trembling axle
then laugh, and how strong by a wind
t'abbatti the arms of your divine friend who seize you.
we watch you, race
of those who remain on the ground.
(Eugenio Montale, Ossi di sepia)
Happy holidays and that beauty is with you (or far )
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