mutation

From the maturity
that the pitying night
concedes,
we pass on to lightness;

From the fervor
and joy of silence
to the dryness
of the high sun.

And that which in darkness
was a plea to Our Lady
falls
in the whirlwind of time,
there, where
what one wanted to receive
is always put to bad use.

Alberto Girri

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