To love
means
to rush out
every night
into the pitch-black darkness
and with a flashing axe
chop wood
your muscles
rippling.
To love
is to spring up
from bedsheets
torn by insomnia,
jealous of Copernicus…
Amare
significa
correre in fondo
al cortile
e sino alla notte corvina
con l’ ascia lucente
tagliare la legna,
giocando
con la propria forza.
Amare
è sciogliersi
dalle lenzuola
strappate dall’insonnia,
gelosi di Copernico…
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