This land was beautiful, once.
earth leakage, exchanges, intrigues fabulous.
cultural infidel, mestizo, intoxicating.
Di teste mozzate in teche votive.
Di predoni cortesi e baroni villani.
Di grotte, di mole, di celle interrate.
Di nerbi di pietra a veglia dei campi.
Di luce accecante, vogliosa, svogliata.
Di silenzio remoto, d'estroso pensiero.
Di voli santi nel vuoto, d'ignoto nel pieno terreno.
Di sculture a balze in volute, grasse alle chiese, insonni ai sagrati.
Di spiriti muti, sguaiati nell'aria.
Di cantilene per donne alle salme.
Of nutrients and frugal secrets cloistered sweet.
nectars intense vineyard and crosses of oil on the bread.
refined trini, lace, openwork frame.
of words that somebody dreamed all in a book and the book did not have time to finish.
poets killed in silence.
When executioner and victim know each other well, remains silent crime, unpunished.
E 'was all the earth.
He says this with a fog that rises at sunset, and figures drawn by magic.
seems so to dwell on the past, in figures that take the features of a bird, a fisherman or vessel.
may happen to fall asleep in the mist, standing like a horse.
And here we are pinched!!
Note the final text !:):):) a real treat!
PS: Thanks for taking me One!
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