Dear friends of the blog, I'm back from "Happy New Year, Cesare Pavese," holiday-the first Laboratory of the School of Poetry in fervent. Valsesia, places serious mountain right. And as we were right! And as we worked! I want to thank here all the participants, especially the two lovely people who came to the lair of the wolf thanks to the blog. ;-)
Very well then, pending the desk Pasolini near future, another salute the immense, sweet Caesar, with his immortal The cats will know . Still
the rain fall soft upon your pavement, light rain
like a breath or a step.
Even the breeze and the sunrise
flourish
read as under your step,
when you re-enter. In flowers and window sills
the cats will know.
There will be other days, there will be other voices
.
smile alone.
The cats will know. You will hear words
old, tired and empty words
like costumes transmitted
party yesterday.
Farai gestures too.
answer with words -
face of spring, you'll
gestures too.
The cats will know,
face spring
and light rain, the sunrise
hyacinth,
afflicting the hearts of those who no longer will hopefully
are the sad smile that smile alone.
There will be other days, other voices and
awakenings.
will suffer in the dawn,
face of spring.
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