TEMPESTThe storm blows in the gypsy movementof clumsy dancers, fluid and foamy. And while the distant island invitesto an auspicious arrival at shore,I glimpse the... Read More
TEMPEST
The storm blows in the gypsy movement
of clumsy dancers, fluid and foamy. And while the distant island invites
to an auspicious arrival at shore,
I glimpse the raft of my better days. “To live in stormy flashes”.
This, my Destiny.
BURRASCA
Soffia la burrasca nel gitano movimento
di maldestre ballerine, liquide e schiumose. E mentre l’isola lontana invita
ad un fausto approdo,
scorgo la zattera dei miei giorni migliori. “Vivere balenando in burrasca”.
Questo, il mio Destino.