Frantumi di pietra
Le spigolosità si accavallano
Mentre remoti si affrettano
A giungere attimi
Dimentichi.
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Le cave alte
Lungo i crinali
Si assiepano
Pedissequi
Tentativi di scorgere.
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È la mano,
Quella ricolma
Di rughe e di calli,
Che afferra paziente
La fatica del tempo.
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Nella vanga
La nodosità del manico
Trova le sue radici
Nelle zolle profonde
E le solleva.
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La fronte polverosa e densa
Corrugata nello sforzo
Dei pensieri
Depone tutte le sue speranze
Con generosità inaudita.
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È l’Amore
Che muove tutti i fili:
Lo sanno bene i granelli più
minuscoli
Di polvere che modella
A Sua immagine.
Fragments of stone
The angularity overlap
While remote hurry
To achieve moments
Forget it.
The quarries high
Along the ridges
crowding
slavish
Attempts to discern.
It is the hand,
that filled
Of wrinkles and calluses,
Grasping the patient
The fatigue of the time.
in spades
The knots of the handle
It finds its roots
Deep in the sod
It raises them.
The front of the dusty and dense
Creased in an effort
Any thoughts
She puts all her hopes
With incredible generosity.
It's Love
Moving all the wires:
The grains are well aware of the minutest
Dust modeling
In His own image.
The angularity overlap
While remote hurry
To achieve moments
Forget it.
The quarries high
Along the ridges
crowding
slavish
Attempts to discern.
It is the hand,
that filled
Of wrinkles and calluses,
Grasping the patient
The fatigue of the time.
in spades
The knots of the handle
It finds its roots
Deep in the sod
It raises them.
The front of the dusty and dense
Creased in an effort
Any thoughts
She puts all her hopes
With incredible generosity.
It's Love
Moving all the wires:
The grains are well aware of the minutest
Dust modeling
In His own image.
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