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11 June 2013

Your hand - La tua mano


Quella mano,
che lenta scende sul mio torace,
come piuma sul ghiaccio,
arrivando come il volo di una farfalla
ove il colle si erge al Sole,
io la catturo e proteggo,
come un fiore raro e profumato...

That hand,
which slow goes down on my chest,
as a feather on the ice,
coming as a flight of a butterfly
where the hill stands under the Sun,
I capture it and protect,
like a rare and fragant flower....




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