In my mad rush
against windmills
glimmer of peace is to reach you,
sea.
Ribollita
in the days of the blackbird
seething tonight
in hot weather in July.
Under a moonlit sky,
star and fire
between your breaths of foam
my secrets of the heart.
But a cloud
hostile to dampen the charm :
you and I
defenseless creatures
distorted and wounds
dall'insensibile
human greed!
"Bonnanzio Anna" (Aprilia)
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