Framework on peace:
Fresh hedges
myths and colors
Sounds like gulls
Do not press words,
even a curtain
touches or extinct
in fantasy
And the stars at dawn
If you pass on the edges

Between the head and panic
Lily of the bow
listen and feel
without the defect
of quiet expand

But the thunder of lead!
(And a border of thunder)

Trasmoda the canvas
Spiuma the vessel
absent at the illuminated
And long peaks
Crooked past
without the cross
On impulse, hinges
On the plot emerges
Mud and plastic together
For its claws
pulled dark and groaning
Boiled love
(Boiled love)
thread of ice
Sailing in the fire
even strong impact
Fierce to flee

And to mark
of the star
brawl scheggiar
in his footsteps
Clear that darkens
And dawn of a crystal
To which the retort
burst will produce better
And louder roar

the other eye

.

Alessandro Cecchi

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