Un pensiero per la giornata mondiale della poesia
Think of freedom, the oceans,
the heavens, the vast estuaries,
the snowfields that make you feel
sick of nostalgia, the wings
of those who fly, love of life.
Think of freedom, the universes,
the man whose journey leads them
whitin himself, the suns, the faded stars
that like the words
can still get their light
down to us.
Think of freedom, let her always
be born and have a house
whitin yourself: you too
will be father and son
of this universe
who welcomed only those
who could deeply understand
what his infinite freedom is still for us.
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