31 Luglio 2005
Itaca
A volte
tra venti e tempeste
urlo adirato al Fato
affinché sveli
l’Itaca degli irrequieti;
quiete impone
quell’immortale silence to the fiery darts
seraphic
that pierce the sky and blanket.
It 's the time
divine human being
bottle honey and all of the songs of nature
passed as the flashes of the future.
Man loves and mean, with reason
sprinkle of goatskin pain;
leaking lament
el'Itaca music will be waiting.
Manilo Busalacchi
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