The Edge of a ThoughtThe edge of a thought
cuts me with the cold
but you can’t see the blood:
maybe that’s how a light
turns white in the wind’s blade
without even a wail.
(Translated by Luigi Bonaffini)
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The Edge of a ThoughtThe edge of a thought
cuts me with the cold
but you can’t see the blood:
maybe that’s how a light
turns white in the wind’s blade
without even a wail.
(Translated by Luigi Bonaffini)