And when sleep comes
to stretch out and take me
to my own silence
there is a great white wind
that destroys my sleep
and from it fall leaves,
they fall like knives
upon me, draining me of blood.
And each wound has
the shape of your mouth.
translated by Donald D. Walsh
Sarah Torribio and her right brain. Music. Musings. Writing. Style.
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4TheRecord is dedicated primarily to Ausmusic from all eras and most genres, we will explore the dynamics of the creative process, and reveal the great drama, lyricism, musicality, and emotion behind each classic song.
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He is such an amazing poet! 😊. Thanks for posting these!
Glad you like these posts. He is one I always return to.
Yes, me too 😊. Discovered him when I was a teenager and watched “Il Postino” with my mother 😊
That’s a wonderful movie.
Yes it is 😊
Such joy and sadness
Just like life.
More sadness than joy… 😕
“And each wound has the shape of your mouth”. Simply beautiful. Grazie!
Yes, I love that line, too.
Love it.
He is a wonderful poet.
Check out my poetry..