Springs off from the pastime
a remembrance of rosiness
fading with the evening
and of a gleaming glance
entangling me in the wrap
of a dream.
Over hairs filled with sky
my fingertips glided, and we felt
that hour estenuating the flesh
burning with fireless fever..
You were then the whole evening
hills all around greener outstretched
than the darkening crystal pool
tenuosly mirroring
your overturned image.
Please, shall you ever forgive me
because those promises
that you painfully desired
and I couldn't be able to keep

Lino Prospero Bertuzzi

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