Among your stones, in your fog, I go
on holiday. I repose in Piazza
del Duomo. Instead
of stars
every evening the words light up.
Nothing rests of life like life.
Fra le tue pietre e le tue nebbie
faccio villeggiatura.
Mi riposo in piazza del Duomo.
Invece di stelle
ogni sera si accendono parole.
Nulla riposa della vita
come la vita.
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