ROBERTO Bertolotti IN THE WALK AROUND Valceno
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Monday, January 17, 2011
her fingers to read the mind / deep scars on the soul. Soul / dry as the bed of a river or in the hot sun of August. / Press me feet on the floor / the damp path of Penna. / Press to not slip or, perhaps, / to give the footsteps, gratuitous violence / to appease the immense pain. / Indifferent to create / brooding, stunned, saliva / as driven by dark force / that brought her up. / He came up to the top of the mountain / where a ray of blinding sun / on the Great Cross. / He ran his fingers to read the mind / soul scars / And seemed less deep. / Shy, a prayer came from the lips / and he heard the voice of angels. / Slowly bend your knees and bowed at the feet of the symbol.
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