Grottamare and its sea-caves echoing
Beside the Adriatic
Echo of siren song
still reaches me
inside the silent train
Once more the lost voices
Calling undersea
Ah but
naturally
it is all illusion
The fog lies heavily
in the olive trees
Morning in made by the clock
and not by light
Which only exists in our minds
Men and women sleep
in their usual darkness
Only the light
asleep in their eyes
gives any hint
of an iridescent future
of an incandescent destiny
While far out
beyond the far islands
the sea sends back
its turquoise answer
Lawrence Ferlinghetti
El Puente
Entre ahora y ahora,
entre yo soy y tú eres,
la palabra puente.
Entras en ti misma
al entrar en ella:
como un anillo
el mundo se sierra.
De una orilla a la otra
sempre se tiende un cuerpo,
un arcoiris.
Yo dormiré bajo sus arcos.
Octavio Paz
A nishtikeit! Una vera nullità!
A glick ahf dir! Buona fortuna!
A klog iz mir! Povero me!
A shtik naches Una grande gioia
Ahf tsores Nei guai
Ahntoisht Deluso
Alaichem shalom Pace a te
Azoy gait es! Così va la vita!
A gezunt ahf dein kop! Buona salute sulla tua testa!
Patrizio Marozzi
www.ilmanoscrittodipatriziomarozzi.it