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Gabriele Tinti

I would like to fly away from here, be cured of this pointless disease,

burn under another light, a clear, scorching dawn.


You're right, I must be careful, at those heights I risk my soul.

But the poison of chance fills my veins, the earth crushes me.


Astride this rapture I'll smash every desperation.

I'll embrace the air, rise to safety, towards distant borders.


You'll find me down there, alone, sated by time, by every fancy,

finally ready, lost, tossed in the throat of the waves.

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