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From the Book Beyond The Dark – Al di là del buio,
Mondadori Editore, 2009.
There is no direction in this orientation of the world
that my soul can take.
The shadow has nothing more to cling to
nor nails to scratch with.
It implodes on itself
within its eye of darkness.
Walls of mirror reflect now
a new wonder of light.
All is smooth, flattened and glossy
so nothing can cling to the past.
The old weighs too much and unbalanced
Only a wind of rebirth can arise
and go beyond. Because it is light,
empty of words and memories.
It blows warmly without misting
the new way with fear and vertigo.
Everything remains limpid, clear and silent
while I emerge from the tunnel.
I am out!
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