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- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 2006-03-14 | [Questo testo si dovrebbe leggere in english] | Submited by Valeria Pintea Somewhere I have never travelled, gladly beyond any experience,your eyes have their silence: in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me, or which I cannot touch because they are too near your slightest look will easily unclose me though I have closed myself as fingers, you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens (touching skilfully,mysteriously)her first rose or if your wish be to close me, I and my life will shut very beautifully ,suddenly, as when the heart of this flower imagines the snow carefully everywhere descending; nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals the power of your intense fragility:whose texture compels me with the color of its countries, rendering death and forever with each breathing (I do not know what it is about you that closes and opens;only something in me understands the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses) nobody,not even the rain,has such small hands
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