Jul 2015
When the sky
is tinged with pink
that blends
with the red
variegated with orange
and a veil of azure
wets
the purple contours
of long
shapeless stripes
of ultramarine blue
which lose themselves
in the white
of our
dreams.
That's it,
those
are our sunsets.
The sunsets
of January.
3.1.'10
is tinged with pink
that blends
with the red
variegated with orange
and a veil of azure
wets
the purple contours
of long
shapeless stripes
of ultramarine blue
which lose themselves
in the white
of our
dreams.
That's it,
those
are our sunsets.
The sunsets
of January.
3.1.'10
The original poem ("I tramonti di gennaio") is in Italian.
There is no good translation for a poem.
I apologize for mine. Corrections are welcome.
There is no good translation for a poem.
I apologize for mine. Corrections are welcome.
