appear, and the clouds
turns red as slaves: the snow on the roofs
colorirà a blush, cheek princess.
and rises a light breeze off the water, she had fallen asleep, sleepy voice with
shepherd
leave girls with shawls, blacks
flashing eyes, and suddenly
hasten tips from the air like
s'alzino birds in flight. And the young gypsy
ruby.
by Attilio Bertolucci Fires in November (1934)
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