ALBATROSS IN THE NIGHT – PB Shelley: You left me, the quiet time, when the moon had stopped the climb, when the slope of the blue sky. As an albatross asleep, swinging on its wings of light, it hovered in the violet night. PAINFUL ABSENCE – M. Altolaguirre: Leaning against my shoulder, you are my right wing. Sitting, now, at my table, I bleeds shoulder. Your absence I regret. FLOWERS OF PEACH – Ts’ui Hu: Last year, on this day, within these walls, her face and peach blossoms. That face, today is lost, I do not know where. But the peach blossom, as then they laugh, the spring wind. SEAGULLS AT DUSK – Tu Fu: Whites, in the twilight, passing seagulls. In the meadow, hills, blazing red flowers. The other spring, slowly, it is gone. And I? Who knows, if the day ever come, I come back. HANDS OF AIR – G. Judges: But my hands were air, they could not hold you. The dream remained only a salt of real tears. IN THE WIND – V.Sereni: And there, light, you go on the wind, you get lost in the night. MISS YOU – U. Saba: Tell me goodbye for me to say if it fails. Dying is nothing, it is hard to miss. BATS IN THE NIGHT – I Sung-In: Bats flutter in the last quarter of this moonlit night. Old trees, motionless, waiting for the dawn to come in an hour. So, in my heart flutter thinking about you. But my wait to see you again, perhaps, it will last a thousand years. ON THE SAND – M. Foucault: As the water’s edge, a face in the sand.
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