What
me knew it was not the whitewash, the habit
which is our human adventure.
And it was perhaps beyond the blue curtain
quiet
forbade the clear sky
only a seal.
O was the real Falotico
mutate of my life, the hatching of
un'ignita
turf you will ever see. It remained this way
peel my true essence,
fire that fades
for me it was called: ignorance.
If you see a shadow, a shadow is not
-but that I am. Could
marked by me,
offer it as a gift.
Eugenio Montale
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