I’ll become
if not Tolstoy, then a fatty, –
all I do is eat
and write,
stupefied by the heat.
Who hasn’t played the philosopher while at sea?
Only water.
Mi sto trasformando
non in Tolstoj, ma in grassone.
Mangio,
scrivo,
tonto dal calore.
Chi non ha filosofato sopra il mare?
L’acqua.
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