Sguardo di transito (Glancing through): A poem: final part.

Monday, January 28, 2008

A poem: final part.

The air was fresh, i remember well… like a mountain wind draining the wet eroding bodies like a woodworm during winter that suddenly breaks and releases a new born son leaving free from fogs the countryside. "How strange, Carmen is not keen on being absent and she never misses the coach, mainly in... Sign in to see full entry.

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Glancing through is the blog made by Franco Romanò, an Italian writer. On it are published essays of literary criticism, poems, a novel, sentences and other, always conneceted with literature. Some of the texts are both in Italian and English; some other only in Italian, but translation of texts of interest may be done on request.

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