PARIS AT NIGHT > Three matches one by one lit at night. The first to see your whole face, the second to see your eyes, the last to see your mouth and darkness whole to remember it all, squeezing you in my arms.
PARIGI DI NOTTE > Tre fiammiferi uno dopo l’altro accesi nella notte. Il primo per vedere intero il volto tuo, il secondo per vedere gli occhi tuoi, l’ultimo per vedere la tua bocca, e l’oscurità completa per ricordarmi queste immagini, mentre ti stringo a me tra le mie braccia.
(Jacques Prévert)
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