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Mirror, Andrei Tarkovsky (1975)
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Ilya Kaminsky, from "A Cigarette", Deaf Republic
10 beautiful Italian words
scrosciare (vb.): the action of rain pouring down or of waves hitting rocks and cliffs.
meriggiare (vb.): to rest at noon, more likely in a shady spot outdoors.
lapidoso (adj.): full of stones, said of roads or of the bottom of a river.
innaffiare (vb.): to water something, especially a garden, a plant, a flower, etc.
cruore (n.): it literally means “flowing blood”.
nottivago (n.): of a person who wanders at night; night-roamer.
terrifico (adj.): of something or someone that terrifies, that provokes terror.
ansare (vb.): to hardly breathe, to be out of breath.
nequizia (n.): moral wickedness or evil action.
morituro (adj.): of someone who is next or destined to die.
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La Dolce Vita - 1960
― Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, The Little Prince
[text ID: People have forgotten this truth," the fox said. "But you mustn’t forget it. You become responsible forever for what you’ve tamed. You’re responsible for your rose.]
Sappho, from If Not, Winter: Fragments of Sappho; tr. by Anne Carson
Brief Poems, Vera Pavlova