da Il tempo e il Destino di Giuseppe
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braccia nel sonno / arms in sleep
Arms in sleep She peacefully sleeps on her side, arms stretched to the place, now empty, of her man, they seem to be chasing him pleading. On parting he silently recalls Mauriac’s words, love’s pain: “Rather than by those we love, our heart is marked by those who love us.” No apologies, ideals, achievements can overcome the shared mound of years with another being, for someone who was all, unable to give it all in return. How come, among all images, in sequence of minutes in days, unexpressed conversation of life, those arms persist in the eyes? They might be saying: “Nothing we have but this extreme flapping: we reach out for you in pleading offer.”
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