Notte Profonda

Splendida luna, gatta che lievi zampe posi sui sogni


Alone, along the dusty waves of memory,

along the winding trails of well concealed

regrets, and shallow creeks of meagre hopes,

alone, up to the tolling clock that measures

lives and deaths alike, success and failure.

Alone you walk into the blinding white

into the blazing light, the force propelling

us ahead.

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