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Butterfly

≈ Butterfly ≈

I saw you,
quivering,
in a whirling of wind and rain.
Tired wings,
faded dreams.
In the grey time
of that still morning
You danced again!
In the memory
of clear sunny days,
through flowers and colors,
tumults of the heart
and shaken soul,
I saw you leaving,
uncertain and gentle,
while I was clutching at time,
in my hands I was holding air.

Ti ho vista vibrare,
in un turbinio di vento e pioggia.
Le ali stanche,
i sogni sbiaditi.
Nel tempo grigio
di quel mattino fermo
hai danzato ancora!
Nel ricordo di giorni
limpidi di sole,
tra fiori e colori,
tunulti di cuore
e scosse dell’anima.
Ti ho vista andar via
incerta e leggera,
mentre mi aggrappavo al tempo,
nelle mani stringevo aria.