There is such loneliness in that gold.
The moon of the nights is not the moon
who the first Adam saw. The long centuries
of human vigil have filled her
with ancient lament. Look at her. She is your mirror.
C’è tanta solitudine in quell’oro.
La luna delle notti
non è la luna che
il primo Abramo vide.
I lunghi secoli dell’umano vegliare
l’han colmata d’antico pianto.
Guardala. E’ il tuo specchio.
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