The Edge of a Thought
The 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)
The Edge of a Thought
The 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)