The yesterday pages written tomorrow | final version
translated poem:
Le pagine di ieri scritte domani
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Multipoetry Italia
I advance into yesterday pages written tomorrow,
where the wait for the future is nothing but a memory
I leaf through an album of never forgotten attentions,
A Babel of actual circumstances that encourage to drink in chalices
filled with dust, and dusks, and eyelids opened
on the time of newborn islands, yet waiting already for the ocean waters.
History is in my cellar, among reams of papers
time is glow,
infinite noctule along the gaps of dawn.
(translated by Anna Lamina)
where the wait for the future is nothing but a memory
I leaf through an album of never forgotten attentions,
A Babel of actual circumstances that encourage to drink in chalices
filled with dust, and dusks, and eyelids opened
on the time of newborn islands, yet waiting already for the ocean waters.
History is in my cellar, among reams of papers
time is glow,
infinite noctule along the gaps of dawn.
(translated by Anna Lamina)
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