(the pink heart)
Where are the sword and armor?
where the seed that fell on the land lies,
where the wind that moved the banner? The storm
his victims, then, is silent.
What fate took the baby from the cradle?
was infant, who ran on the trail, already hoary
asks sadly it was, the last thought.
Or you look in the mirror that he feared, the effigy
dissolved refers, however, that;
and the old and welcomes
shudders at being at the same time still a child.
're here life, and all the venture, the
be alone, male and female
nell'incontro dell'immagine bifronte
si comprende che null'altro รจ da cercare.
Perso il senso del rincorrere qualcosa,
resta intatto, il secreto della rosa.
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