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Poesia in forma di luce (di G. Iorio)
In chiesa sono entrata a cercare
l'angolo remoto
where the light is twisted
the body and the cilia
a blessed
that crop full of dust
greets me as an exile in the midst of
ruins of faces cracked and faded leather
I see blue veins
hands of the Blessed
the light touches
a moment - jumps
white on her neck
aspetterò fino al tramonto
che torni a scorrere
sotto la pelle
il sangue.
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