Look, the pace of things
short-much shorter-
of your windows that breath coming out of your eyes
call an immediate name: your woman.
is made of shadows and cyclamen,
asks you for your mystery
and you do not know how to give.
Alda Merini
Look, the pace of things
short-much shorter-
of your windows that breath coming out of your eyes
call an immediate name: your woman.
is made of shadows and cyclamen,
asks you for your mystery
and you do not know how to give.
Alda Merini
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