As serenely breathe the righteous,
just a whisper, to tell their souls to go, while
friends around, still do not know:
"died on his breath," "may come back."
Sciogliamoci so no noise, no crowds
tears and sighs
would profane
reveal our joy - to the uninitiated - our love.
The motion of the earth brings fears and evils,
speculates on the fate of the man and what he has in mind but
, the magical anticipation of Volta,
even more so in the end, there is innocent.
Love Dull enthusiasts desires,
- where the soul is the sense - does not include
the absence, which removes
those things which were food, but we
, thanks to a refined love,
to the point of ignoring its essence, in our communion of Creation
curiam less to lose eyes, lips and hands.
Our souls who are always together, even if I have to go
, no fracture,
rather an expansion, they will;
like gold, wrought in purest lamina.
We always two, like twin peaks of a compass
and your soul will be my foot stopped,
that apparently is not a step, while
tilts, acts as a pivot, and even if
residence at the center,
while the other goes farther
leans to gaze follows the intent to return
built when we close.
So you're for anyone, even should,
similar to the other tip, roll round retort: \u200b\u200b
your circle firmly supports my
and, right at my beginning, takes me back.
free adaptation of "A Valediction: forbidding Mourning" by John Donne
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