
“And I will show you something different from either
Your shadow at morning striding behind you
Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you
I will show you fear in a handful of dust”
― T.S. Eliot

“And I will show you something different from either
Your shadow at morning striding behind you
Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you
I will show you fear in a handful of dust”
― T.S. Eliot

fra le piastrelle ignara e sommersa dalla sua ombra stava
la foglia secca.

piccola gemma verde,
chi consolerà le tue ombre?
chi accoglierà i tuoi sospiri?
in che braccia troverai conforto?
nessuno ti ascolta eppur ti ergi fiero nel fienile marrone della vita.
il tuo austero silenzio
tenerezza mi fa.

all-knowing
turnover
the all-seeing turmoil of the caramel grass over my feet
twanging in the wall
the all-wise wall swiping swirls.

this is the patrimony of my ancestors.

I always drive my Ferrari.


