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La porta é socchiusa



La porta è socchiusa,
dolce respiro dei tigli...
Sul tavolo, dimenticati,
un frustino ed un guanto.

Giallo cerchio del lume...
tendo l'orecchio ai fruscii.
Perché sei andato via?
Non comprendo...

Luminoso e lieto
domani sarà il mattino.
Questa vita è stupenda,
sii dunque saggio cuore.
Tu sei prostrato, batti
più sordo, più a rilento...
Sai, ho letto
che le anime sono immortali.


(Anna Andreevna Achmatova)

Minervino Murge, the historical center

splendida foto splendida poesia di una delle poetesse a me più care.

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