Notte Profonda

Splendida luna, gatta che lievi zampe posi sui sogni


Across four burning plains

of steel I rode, unfazed,

I swam with broken sails

of dandelion leaves

across unfathomed seas,

I crept, I heard them whisper,

the shoal of six blind fishes,

and while the sky kept flying

the long bestrewn profile

of wooden shadows blurred

and turned ajar, revealed

the dawning sun, the dying

parade of all the lost

dim drops of molten planets.

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