Solo, one of the sad my thoughts, along to the sea where the poison river mouth,
Fido with my horse while she was moving slowly;
E Muggiani sound waves in the angry beast.
Quell'ermo shore, and the great roar filled me
the heart (which cooks flame inestinguibil)
D'high melancholy but grateful, and without his weeping
Of that, but that much harm.
sweet oblivion of my pain and myself in the quiet fantasy
piovea;
without a care And I often sigh:
That, I always crave, yet seemed to come to me dappresso
Riding ...
Null error ever made me happy at the par .
Vittorio Alfieri (Asti, January 16, 1749 - Florence, October 8, 1803)
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