To Whom # ? #

# ? #, originally uploaded by Kreša.

what strikes me these days…

A chi?
Le prime nocciole ad agosto. Erica. Nebbia.
Il sole non è che il codrione d’un pulcino
in mezzo a due monti.
Con moine la musica dei legni d’un boschetto
adulava il fogliame imporporato
e, vinta, se la prende col vento usando il vento.
Si sta bene qui. Qualcosa
attinge di nuovo vita nella vita.
Vorresti comunicarlo,
soltanto che non sai a chi –
e altri non ce ne sono…

To whom
Early august hazelnuts. Heather. Fog.
The sun is nothing but the rump of a chick
Settled between two peaks.
The music of a thicket wheedled the turning purple leaves,
And, vanquished, it ticked off the wind with wind.
Everything is fine here. Something draws life again in your life.
You would communicate it,
but you don’t know to whom –
and there’s nobody else…

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