"No, Mom, have you ever suffered so much ..." And the face already disappeared but the eyes
still alive from the pillow turned to the window, and
sparrows filled the room to
scattered the crumbs from the father to distract her baby ...
Now I can only dream kiss
's confident hands ...
and talks, jobs,
have just changed, I fear, smoke ...
How can I bear such night? ...
I will the years
who knows what other horrors, but I felt
beside
m'avresti consulate ...
Never, never know
enlightens me as the shadow that stands beside me, shy, when I hope
more ...
Now where, where is that naive
voice resonating in the race for the rooms,
worries raised by a tired man ...? The land has
defeat, protects
a past story ...
Any other voice is an echo that goes
now that calls me from the heights
immortal ...
In heaven I seek your happy face,
and my eyes see nothing in me also wants to close
when God ...
And I love you, love you, and it is constantly crashing! ...
furious land, sea huge
separates me from the place where the tomb now dispersed
the battered body ...
does not matter ... I always listen to that voice more distinct
soul that I could not defend here ...
M'isola, more festive and friendly
minute by minute,
in his simple secret ...
I returned to the hills, the pines and the rate of air
loved the native accent
riudrò not with you,
breaks my every breath ...
Skip the swallow summer and with it, and I
, I say, I will ... But I love that remains
wrenching not just sign a quick misting
if hell come to some peace ... Under the dark
disillusioned
branch falling just complain,
less than the leaf at the touch of the breeze ...
It was the fury that struck the tender form and caring
charity of an item consumes me ...
No more rage I went to summer
Spring nor his forebodings;
can decline, fall,
with your foolish glory:
for a bare desire
winter season stretches more lenient! ... Already
m'è bones fell
autumnal dryness, but
, continued from the shadows, infinite
occurs
a demented brilliance:
torture secret twilight
sunk ...
Rievocherò without remorse
always delightful agony of meaning? Play
, blind man: "A soul has left the ordinary punishment
still unscathed ..." I
discouraged unless
longer hear the cries of her purity live
to hear that almost extinct in the
me shudder in fear of crime? To dazzle
ringing the windows
team a reflection on the shade cloth,
fleeting return to the luster of a jar
dall'aiuola puffy hydrangeas, drunk a swallow,
the skyscraper in flames cloud, tree
, jumps of a small child ...
Inexhaustible
roar of waves is given then that comes into the room
and freshness of a restless
blue line, every wall disappears ... It's sweet and perhaps
nearby steps
saying: "This sun and plenty of space
you calm down. In the pure wind you can hear
time walk and my voice.
in me I picked up gradually and closed
The momentum of your silent hopes.
are for you the dawn and intact day
17 pieces, written between 1940 and 1946, dedicated to the premature death of nine year old son
Giuseppe Ungaretti (Alexandria, Egypt, February 8, 1888 - Milan, June 1, 1970)
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