Maid sleeping. But slow
the flame of pure alabaster
eyelids try the forgetful;
knocks at the closed soul. The lumen
falters in the shadows, as astro
life between a veil of mist.
echoes in? soul invaded
from sleep, that beat, and it seems
awaken the silent house.
House wakes a smile
kindled, moves and appears
gradually here and there in the face ...
The virgin dream, and a stream of blood
surprised the intact
his veins the blood of a more alive,
warmer: like milk ...
amazing to the placid veins
the fruit and gentle alien
that trickle, labile, lene,
of unknown source, it seems that
glad with the bland mystery
pie sealed his limbs.
Giovanni Pascoli from The dream of the Virgin
Thought dialoguing. "Have you been to Santiago de Compostela pilgrimage and what have you got?"
"I got so many questions, but I have not found any answers"
"What did you expect to find?"
"I do not know ... but it is certain that I came back more confused"
"Maybe the questions were wrong?"
"No, the questions were fair, are the only right thing and end the only thing left is the walk. I knew I wanted and I just want to walk."
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