When I'm gone and no longer knock on your door
anticipating peace green
your balcony
say the things (thoughts in line) and those
- no less important -
assigned to gestures of friendship and hospitality
heat, once again
prepares the table for me
put us the good things that you know so well
cucinare
( come in un antico
rito funebre egiziano),
versami il vino
quello rosso corposo
d’amabile retrogusto
e tocca col tuo
il mio bicchiere
- brilleranno insieme
in controluce -
a rinnovare il nostro
lungo patto d’affetto.
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