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(Today I have the heart sad omens ...)
Today I have sad omens in the heart
bare trees and snow-covered garden paths
bathed in human tears.
echo the shimmering sun
branches torn and dying
dark brown cover and the way
that winds through narrow streets and hills.
flying creatures drown the sky
coarse crows alight satiated on
branches exhausted and eternal ruin
announcing once again imminent
end.
Today in the heart that I have vague omens
strip the soul of lewd jokes
remain the only snow oblivion
black and tomorrow hanging on my sore
be guilty vivente_
November '98
Marco Josto Agus
(from his diary in November '95 December '99, annotated with the number 42)
(Today I have the heart sad omens ...)
Today I have sad omens in the heart
bare trees and snow-covered garden paths
bathed in human tears.
echo the shimmering sun
branches torn and dying
dark brown cover and the way
that winds through narrow streets and hills.
flying creatures drown the sky
coarse crows alight satiated on
branches exhausted and eternal ruin
announcing once again imminent
end.
Today in the heart that I have vague omens
strip the soul of lewd jokes
remain the only snow oblivion
black and tomorrow hanging on my sore
be guilty vivente_
November '98
Marco Josto Agus
(from his diary in November '95 December '99, annotated with the number 42)
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