Venice

city of the mind
by childlike fantasies and
worries exhausted
of my mendacious mind
at nothing laughing
and for the flower crying
'cause it dies
not knowing how to save it
so nothing remains for this
fickle mind of mine but
to forget now and hereafter
— as it did before —
and thus continue on its own
to rhyme
lulled by the sea like a fish
languidly

—by Paola Bruna



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double city
contemplating your unquiet image
in the liquid mirror where like you
I see myself
desolate shell on the shore
abandoned
you oblivious of your pearly heart
I of the sea's voice




desert city
dessicated and shattered
as this soul of mine
that in the labyrinth got lost
and wonders now along shallow
nocturnal canals which cannot
reflect the feebly lingering light
that still shines hidden in its
abyss





vere
dell'incontro e dell'addio— e
cosi sia piacendo a Dio —
del je t'aime e dell'I love you
dell'io e del tu
del rien ne vas plus

Translation:

...
of encounters and adieus
— God willing it may do —
of je t'aime and I love you
of me and you
of rien ne va plus