PHOTOS: MIKY Bring me the sunflower
I transplant it into my land burned by the saline
and monsters all day to the blue of the sky mirrored
the anxiety of its yellow face.
clarify things tend to obscure
you run out of bodies in a flow
of colors: in this music. Vanish
is therefore the chance of venture.
Portami tu la pianta che conduce
dove sorgono bionde trasparenze
e vapora la vita quale essenza;
portami il girasole impazzito di luce.
(Eugenio Montale, Ossi di seppia, 1925)
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