Salendo alta nell’aria, questa voce,
Facendosi più calde, less rare
currents, joined the early
Sera, cracks and ripples against the sea;
But in that land from which
The cry, that part of navel
Of one who saw the one hand tremble in
provides the enemy
The wound giving all power to the grass
What welcomes the members and distinguishes
Gradually a skin that does not keep
more water or protein, in which the bag
urethra and the mast step innerba
Lacquer urine freeze in white lead.
Andrea Raos (from "Wait for me, says," Pieraldo 2003)
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