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Svetlana Rumak

scorre il giardino d’attese

dell’ala non mastico parole

le velo le sporgo  abitate

di spugna e corallo

unite ferite e teche

il palmo ascolta il volo

in caduta la prima rondine

chiocciola infinito.

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the garden of expectations flows

of the wing I don’ t  chew words

I cloud  them  I  stick  them out  inhabited

by sponge and corals

wounds and shrines  together

the palm listens to the flight

the first swallow falling

an endless spiral.

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translation by dmk.

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