Mario Benedetti

About me:

Mario Benedetti è un poeta italiano. Libri recenti: Umana gloria, Mondadori 2004; Pitture nere su carta, Mondadori 2008.

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What is solitude.

I brought some old things with me to look at the trees:
a winter, the few leaves on the branches, an empty bench.

I'm cold, but as if I weren't me.

I brought a book, I tell myself I've imagined myself in a book
as a man with a book, naively.
Today seemed a far-off day, a thoughtful day.
It seemed to me that everyone had seen the park in paintings,
Christmas in stories,
the images stamped on this park as part of its thickness.

What is solitude.

The woman laid the blanket down to keep the floor clean,
laid herself down with scissors for stabbing her chest,
a hammer because she lacked the strength, a great obscenity.

I read it on one of the pages of the newspaper.
I ask everyone's pardon.

(traduzione, da: Umana gloria)


Couleurs 3

La combe est les amandiers. Pure dans les vides
exténuée tu remontes et te souviens.

Quand tu as pleuré, pour quelque chose à toi.
Yeux et lèvres, pour quelque chose à toi,

blanche.

Dans les joues qui furent données, c’est la brûlure sombre.
Je vais si mal, mon amie,

ça fait si mal de te regarder enfermé
monter parmi les branches d’amandier,

blanche.

(traduzione da: Pitture nere su carta)

Ария - Последний закат
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