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Poem

Stefano Dal Bianco

Another moon

I saw the brightest moon ever
rise from behind the mountain
and did nothing.
I didn’t speak nor think
and felt something
but didn’t want to.
I felt I wanted to fight feeling,
that I didn’t want the moon for myself
and to give myself to the moon,
but to fix my gaze on another light,
rooted from the earth to the sky and reborn in me
and generated by the moon.

Altra luna

Altra luna

Ho visto la luna più chiara di sempre
alzarsi dietro il monte
e non ho fatto niente.
Non ho parlato né pensato
e qualcosa ho sentito,
ma non avrei voluto.
Ho sentito di voler combattere il sentire,
di non volere la luna per me
e di non darmi alla luna,
ma di fissare un’altra luce
radicata dalla terra al cielo e in me rinata
e generata dalla luna.
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Another moon

I saw the brightest moon ever
rise from behind the mountain
and did nothing.
I didn’t speak nor think
and felt something
but didn’t want to.
I felt I wanted to fight feeling,
that I didn’t want the moon for myself
and to give myself to the moon,
but to fix my gaze on another light,
rooted from the earth to the sky and reborn in me
and generated by the moon.

Another moon

I saw the brightest moon ever
rise from behind the mountain
and did nothing.
I didn’t speak nor think
and felt something
but didn’t want to.
I felt I wanted to fight feeling,
that I didn’t want the moon for myself
and to give myself to the moon,
but to fix my gaze on another light,
rooted from the earth to the sky and reborn in me
and generated by the moon.
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