The night slides away | final version
translated poem:
Scivola la sera
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Multipoery Italia
The night slides away like a cloud,
Vespertine stars are turned on in a murmur.
Somebody appears in the alley
just to know whether
tomorrow is an holiday.
Among the trees a yellow-
beaked couple joins,
neither fearful nor jealous.
Since those years, hanging bed sheets
and rides to the windows have got here:
do you remember the time when, kneeled,
we bent down to retrieve the football
from beneath a Fiat 500?
Vespertine stars are turned on in a murmur.
Somebody appears in the alley
just to know whether
tomorrow is an holiday.
Among the trees a yellow-
beaked couple joins,
neither fearful nor jealous.
Since those years, hanging bed sheets
and rides to the windows have got here:
do you remember the time when, kneeled,
we bent down to retrieve the football
from beneath a Fiat 500?
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