Gia 'for more' nights we hear again the sea,
slightly, up and down 'along the smooth sands. Eco
a voice in the closed mind
dating for some time, and this too
frequent lament of seagulls, perhaps
of birds and towers, that the April
pushes the plain. Gia 'I had
near you with that voice;
and I wish you were well,
now, an echo of memory than me, as the darkness
murmur of the sea.
(Salvatore Quasimodo, Day after day )
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