's work for the sea (the sea became Adventures) is still proceeding, although a bit 'slow because of the studies. Should see the light by mid-September, and occupy about forty pages.
Meanwhile, however, here's a poem I wrote yesterday during a journey by bus.
It's nothing that only a small exercise in style and a little relief staff.
Moonlight, and you do not think more.
Very, very
you could get from me in love, and dreams, yet you
I have rejected with scorn. Listening
These thoughts, forever hardened
from you, wretched master of inconsistent
brame e di capriccio. In un inferno
Sarei adesso, in mezzo a questo niente
Che tu respiri e del quale vai fiera.
Vivi da sola, e soffri, non m'importa:
Tu l'hai voluto, e che rimanga nera
La tua notte, eterna luna storta.
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