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“Heart rising from hands lacking in light, tears in arms,

Eye brimming with mad tears,

Or maybe the soil imbued with blood you are,

Or maybe the nourishing and consuming soil you are,

Often silent like silent is who listens.

Silent uneasiness, deathly ribs,

You are alone and you are everlasting, you belong to man in grief and in sleep,

You watch over life and you are just one day…

Or maybe the soil of ancestors and legends you are,

Or maybe the soil who wounds and condemns you are,

Fear of death, charming mirror,

You, bare root of the heart in the loving cradle of a womb”

Franco Bottoni

“More than a memory,

gradually the shadow

dwells the margins of the twilight,

without a bare body

a music pervades the soul;

as if in only a glance

you could realize the dream,

forgetting the life”

Franco Bottoni