#scan-art

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I walked away and grew old. You never talk, We never smile.

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The place that is not a place

I moved like a dark star, drifting over the drowned

other half of the world until, by a distant prompting,

I looked over the  gunwale and saw beneath the surface

a luminous room, a light-filled grave, saw for the first time

the one clear place given to us when we are alone.

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Cose secche e rimorte

t'ingombrano e vanno nel vento.

Membra e parole antiche.

Tu tremi nell'estate.

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Sciogliersi/mi

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E come acqua smossa

nella mia testa

con ogni tua parola

mi fai cerchi nel lago del cuore.

Mi perdo nei liquidi sgonfiandomi di pianto bicchiere d’acqua sarò arriverò dal mare una mattina.

[…]

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Look beyond the sun

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I finally felt like I was breathing free And under swaying trees we fell asleep and we had the same dream The stars were bright, we dream the same every night On my island home I spent some time with you I went back to feel alone there I went back there by myself I gave up on everything that we'd felt.

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Guardare assieme a lei tutte quelle cose che non parlano a due cuori semplici se non di semplicità e d’amore e sussurrarle ancora con la stessa sincera ingenuità della prima volta: “ti amo!”

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Black lake, black boat, two black, cut-paper people. 

Where do the black trees go that drink here?

The spirit of blackness is in us, it is in the fishes.