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| From Lake Iseo - Monte Isola - Franciacorta |
Still we have lost this sunset.
Nobody saw us tonight with his hands joined
blue as the wind fell over the world.
I saw from my window
the feast of the distant mountains on the west.
Sometimes, as a coin
ignite a piece of sun in his hands.
I remembered you with soul close
that sadness that you know me.
So where were you?
Who else?
What words mean?
Why do I get all the love of a sudden
when I feel sad and you feel so far away?
fell the book that always takes in the sunset
and as an injured dog at my feet rolled my hood.
Always, always you recede in the evening
which runs the sunset erasing statues.
(Pablo Neruda)
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