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Oliviero Ortodeo – Dormiremo insieme / We’ll sleep together

Edward Hopper, Excursion into philosophy, 1959 We’ll sleep togethertonight,my woman,in great lust.We’ll complete what we started time ago,and never finished.You and I in an embrace suitable for the worst bloodline.You and I in a martyr kissof the worst kind.Will we endor will we end to love each other?Barefoot whores are waiting for me out there,naked, with …

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Emily Bronte – Non so come scenda su di me / I Know Not How It Falls on Me

Gabriel Ferrier, Evening, 1911 I know not how it falls on me,this summer evening, hushed and lone;yet the faint wind comes soothinglywith something of an olden tone.Forgive me if I’ve shunned so longyour gentle greeting, earth and air!But sorrow withers even the strong,and who can fight against despair? Non so come scenda su di mela …

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Boris Pasternak – I giardini hanno nausea della lunga bonaccia

Winslow Homer, Warm Afternoon, 1878 I giardini hanno nausea della lunga bonaccia.Lo stupore dei burroni corrucciatisa mettere scompiglio, più tremendoe più malefico degli uragani.La tempesta è vicina. Il giardinoodora dalla bocca arsicciad’ortica, di tetto, di marcio e sgomento.Sale in colonne il mugghio del bestiame. Do you know this poem in English? Please contact me Go …

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Bartolo Cattafi – Feste calme / Calm holiday

Isaac Levitan, A day in June, 1895 Skylarks rejoicein the calm holidays of heaventhe olive darkens on the groundthe green fades awayin the robin’s clear ticking. (Transl. by D. Foglia) Esultanze d’allodolenelle feste calme del cieloin terra l’oliva imbrunail verde svanisceal ticchettio terso del pettirosso. This is a personal translation. Please contact me if you …

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Federico García Lorca – Adelina a passeggio / Saturday Paseo: Adelina

Aristide Maillol, Woman with a Parasol, 1895 Oranges do not grow in the sea neither is there love in Sevilla. You in Dark and the I the sun that’s hot, loan me your parasol. I’ll wear my jealous reflection, juice of lemon and lime- and your words, your sinful little words- will swim around awhile. …

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