Fresh, a shade catches fire, diffused of green
crystals of sun shed light stars,
a silent mirror twinkles with black silver,
lost in wind, an ancient weariness dissolves.

Fresca un’ombra si incendia diffusa di verde
stillano stelle di luce cristalli di sole
nero scintilla d’argento uno specchio silente
persa nel vento si scioglie un’antica stanchezza.

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