La seta

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Sunday’s posts are dedicated to Italian Poetry

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e tutte le notti io giro
per casa come una ronda
a preparare la tana
per me stessa e accendo
e spengo e stendo
e tolgo abiti e tristezze
leggera mi infilo
nel letto sulla pelliccia
calda e l’accarezza
la seta come la mia
pelle tesa tra i respiri

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Tuesday Poems will be in English as usual.

Sì, la domenica le poesie saranno in italiano!

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