Only you could suggest
that narrow bridge measure
which the sea overflows instead
in the horizon of inextinguishable sunsets
and rather than the frameless blue mirrors
you looked at streets benches mansards
and turned down caps
between the light stairs of the stream
- a veil the water rumpled a little -
and you didn’t try to be deep.
Between these banks of yours
between the pylons dictated by the bridge
relics and words of mine came down together.
Originally posted in Italian on February 8, 2008 at 0:50
Mu
Two messy eyebrows
one little childhood scar.
The skyline on the sand
and four drops of green tea.
So one writes blank.
Friday, April 11, 2008
Heidelberg: am Neckar
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