"La nebbia oggi lascia all'occhio
solo fantasmi dei contorni delle cose
al di fuori della finestra.
Parole....
quante parole come fumo...
si aggiungono alla nebbia ed al mio.
Orgogli intaccati dalla rabbia,
dall'inappagamento delle conseguenze di molti
e delle cose,
quante inquietudini e malcontento
solcano con essa il vento.
Rassicurazioni pretese ....
oh, a volte gli umoni e le donne
sono come bambini,
indifesi,
sperduti nel caos,
small at times under the weight of things
and control that eludes
an Ariadne's thread
difficult to recover and the ball runs away.
The fog now leaves the strange contours
ghosts outside the window and mind
and even more in my nature to good
Cat
rilancindoli catch balls, touching them and then
block between its claws or merely handing
those who lose them. A tiring
game when it loses its charm and becomes
moody
thankless task daily. But let
soccrer away the fog with the wind,
with all that brings with it and move with the wind
I will certainly other
but as the buzzard,
resting silent in class,
'll let me run around, oblivious
seeds, shaking me
stronger
the wings ready to fly next to me in the fog
ammanterà
dyeing some of my flight
silent melancholy and poetry. "
Elisa
