We was born…

“We was born with the morning sun
in a snowy day under a rainy stars…”

… Non cercatelo, sta scorrazzando allegramente confondendosi con il rumore del fondo cielo sull’armonica universale della riga dell’idrogeno neutro, veleggiando oltre la contraerea dell’umanità, se lo vedrete, sarà solo un guizzo fulvo fra un mare d’erba sull’aspro crinale, che scende giù rompicollo sorridendo.
Lei amava disperatamente ferocemente la vita, la sua vita così tanto da essere irraggiungibile se non da chi rispettava il suo desiderio di vivere e poi passare a modo suo, senza riserve.
Non disperderemo quel poco che abbiamo vissuto insieme, forgiato assieme un timido e abbozzato rosario.

 

… Do not look for him, he is running around happily blending with the noise of the sky on the universal harmonica of the line of neutral hydrogen, sailing beyond the flak of humanity, if it is you will see, it will be only a fawn flash among a sea of grass on the sharp ridge, coming down the breaker smiling.
She desperately loved life fiercely, her life so much as to be unattainable except by those who respected her desire to live and then pass in her own way, without reservation.
We will not waste what little we have lived together, forging together a timid and sketchy rosary.

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