a glove
Un guanto precipitò da una mano desiderata
a toccare il pavimento del mondo in una pista affollata.
Un gentiluomo, an infidel followed him with his eyes.
and was about to reach it, but already too late,
and was about to reach it, but too late.
the hand was gone and the whole company
and who knows if he ever existed.
that hand was missing and remained
the nostalgia and the glove and his mistress
slipped away and the glove and his mistress skated on.
under a tree without flowers pined love loved.
The glove was a few steps away, unreachable and consumed.
In the great storm of grass, it was not summer, nor spring.
And not even seem to fall but the winter did not exist.
And not even seem to fall because winter is not exist.
When a man from a small boat with a boat hook
saw something whiteness.
A man from a small boat, leaning over the sea:
the glove was in danger of drowning,
the glove was in danger of sinking. It was a triumph of
conghiglie, a floral tribute to the glove
returned to the banality of hearts,
to a beach without sand, a passion
glimpsed a cage without a key to a room without a view, in a cage without
key to a life without sight. Meanwhile
million roses are retracted on the shore.
And who knows if you can understand. What
million roses do not smell if they are not mica
your flowers to bloom,
se i tuoi occhi non mi fanno più dormire.
Era la notte di quel brutto giorno, i guanti erano sconfinati,
come l'incubo di un assassino o i desideri dei condannati.
Dietro al guanto maggiore la luna era crescente
e piccoli guanti risalivano la corrente
e piccoli guanti risalivano la corrente.
Fino al Capo dei sogni e alla riva
del letto dell'innocente che dormiva.
Un mostro sconosciuto osservava non osservato
sopra a un tavolo il guanto incriminato
sopra al tavolo un guanto immacolato.
E il guanto fu rapito in una notte d'inchiostro
da quel mistero chiamato amore
da quell'amore che sembrava un mostro.
Inutilmente due nude mani si protesero to restrain him.
The glove had been hidden where nobody can see it, the glove
was already far more than anyone can know.
Besides the ice rink and the passions of a day of celebration
and the waves of the seas.
and triumph in the storm and roses into the foam.
The glove had flown higher than the moon. The glove was flown
lighter than a feather.
addition to action and the place and time provided
and love and his penis.
The gloves had already been laid in that picture where infinite
Psyche and Cupid govern together
where Psyche and Cupid smiling together.
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