“And when she speaks of a dark sky, a white landscape, I will remember stars that I never saw, that she looked, and snow snowing in her heaven. With the strange delight of remembering to have touched what is not touched, except by those hands I reach with my own, so distant. ” Pedro Salinas La voce a te dovuta.
Ph. VINCENZO GRILLO
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