Description
Prima del diluvio by Valentino Barachini
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Shape
of white clay
and moist you cannot imagine life
burt here,
at light-end.
Unpretentious luxuriance – you are.
like plants
In a church
Night
has no peace not confort
in the lifeless city.Sleep stealthily grinds
the days
dispossessed exhausted
“Though it is nearly over”
someone saysAnd life is where the wait
converges.
project by Valentino Barachini, poetry by Matilde V. Laricchia.
