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Care poet

I wanted to greet you and thank you all for the beauty of the ride in recent days.

Today, returned from Rome, I wrote that I dedicate this poem (apparently live among women of all ages has inspired me!).

LUNA

Hello Moon're sweet, spotted, moving:

candy, small cow, slice of onion transparent.

let us sleep on!, Give us the dream and the salvation

Il tuo raggio è puro latte, è oblativa tenerezza.

Tu, Luna, che contieni tutti i sogni che sogniamo,

e gli strati di illusioni e i calzini che perdiamo

lavali per noi, nei tuoi crateri, al posto nostro

noi qui giù li muteremo un po’ in sangue, un po’ in inchiostro.

Bianca Luna che ci nutri con l’albume del tuo pianto

and let us grow old without losing the charm.

Moon Knight, traveling in the sky

with the word-thought-sword and shield.

Cat moon disappear into the night licorice

that leaves us with the lone star baby-sitter

not want to be afraid of our darkness:

there in your absence is the only truth.