from "Strade Parallele"

WITHOUT REST    -    Versione italiana

Without REST
mad omens
of anger
cracle
badly pressing
him who's afraid
of the darkness
of the evening
of the colours of the sea
of the sunny morning.
While by steady hands driven
the threshing-machines
are breaking the slender
blades of grass
red fire
of the setting sun
the gloom of the vening
drowns itself
in the usual wine glass.

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