WIND AND FLAGS
The gust that lifted the bitter
aroma of the sea to the spirals of the valleys, and
t'investì, I ruffled his hair,
tangle short against the pale sky;
t'incollò that the burst as the
and will fast-track in his image, as
session, you away, these stones
Mount the chasm that juts;
and off as the fury briaca
now finds the garden the soft breath
you rocked, lying in the hammock,
among the trees, it ' you fly without wings.
Alas, never twice configure
time in the same way the grains! And escape
is something which, if happens, together with the nature
our fairy tale will burn in a flash.
gushes that s'addoppia, - and now shows up
a group of villages that lie
the look on the side of a sloping
you parry of ruffles and palvesi.
The world exists ... A surprise stop
the heart that gives nightmares to stray,
messengers of evening:
and does not believe that men have a party hungry.
Eugenio Montale (1926)
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