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"L'ATTIMO FUGGENTE"

"The front comme un drapeau perdu"
Still here. I admit. In
orbits of coercion. Other nell'incorposa
increante freedom. From the mountain forests
that too high m'affronta
see and try to see me, and cheer
irritates lights
Year's Eve, the night spreads out there
fond of musk, delicious currents.
E. And pure wind, only snow, I will touch very soon.
Tell me you're there, Tendet to catch me.
In you I have, I have waited, never doubt
hath offended.
Sarai, snow and soul, you
: one who does not know
over the immaculate silence.
revives lost my forehead. Lift. E.
This is the culminating
sigh that discriminates, "the fleeting moment."
This is the chrism in whose smell I say
yes, I have picked up
by myself and with you within
source in the year.

Andrea Zanzotto from "Eclogues IX.

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