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Road Zenna
awakens us to an infinite lake
navigation. But now
summer impatient
withdraws death.
And even with labile step
c'incamminiamo on ashen meadows
for roads that border on the Elise.
turns
the countless rice
is a tense frown
between water and the banks in complain
mats tinkling of the wind.
This measure has the stunned silence
a cloud of smoke
left here by the force
who recently broke the border.
View on deserted beach
swirling the sand,
overwhelms us the ashes of days.
It is the widespread havoc around
sirens salutant ports
for those who remain in dreams
of pale faces fierce
the roar dell'acquazzone
that afflict the houses.
But we will return to each port tacit.
We will not be a sound
of us fickle hours
or perhaps short thud of oars
melancholy of boats.
you do not give us the dead never rest
and maybe your
the groan that goes between the leaves
hour that clouded the Lord.
Vittorio Sereni
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