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Chi dirige I concerti?
For how many years I have directed concerts
of insight, ideal, of a sleep that kindly applies,
a white sun awakes in an even music concept,
shadow of myself to wonder on my soul's incise?
A memory stream, an odd decoy is convening,
invites a one-dimensional call of my destiny,
an allusion the falls cloudy drops ascending,
a forced stream simmers, my blood flows veiny.
A monody morning awakens the cypress trees,
my village that has no inhabitants to gather,
without smoke the hearths, of distant bliss,
the foliage dithers as my concerts tunes alter..
poem
by
Giorgio Veneto
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