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Ode

Gabriele Bianchini

And suddenly in the summer the winter,
closed eyes I dream of.
Abandonment, silent oblivion.
Your voice is heard,
come from afar,
like wind in the desert, then
sandstorm
remove and confuses every path.
E 'where time loses meaning. Here
our lips dry chase,
among the ruins of a world unknown,
towering cliffs of a lost kingdom.
was this then?
The event horizon stretches out before us,
infinite and invisible within walking distance

we perceive in our bare feet,
on our skin.

your eyes, my eyes
:
meet. Then
close.
Your hand,
my arms.
Then the light ...
Flames of infinite light ...
And 'the sun.
welcomes us.