(cont.d)
Incandescent words,
come back
to my cracked lips,
St. Anthony’s fire.
As I listen to them,
in shame,
I can’t find ears to utter them.
(Translated by Luigi Bonaffini)
(cont.d)
Incandescent words,
come back
to my cracked lips,
St. Anthony’s fire.
As I listen to them,
in shame,
I can’t find ears to utter them.
(Translated by Luigi Bonaffini)