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I was small,

captured my summer with a screen and a bucket.
still could bare to run on the rocks
without fear or pain I counted the clouds in the sea,

d 'sudden But everything changes and not run more

the sea jealous of the sky, appears to me with its true colors

the green glass impossible to form
hide of impalpable transparent transparencies
almost shy of her beauty
the rocks never tired of the powerful embrace
asking to borrow a little 'foam
that, like snow to me shudders

an orchestra of wind and waves with the thunders
I make salty, but sweetening
all my thoughts.

The mind is clear, exacerbating the senses
as if they wanted more,
and greedy color scents and sounds
exalt you like a lover before his beautiful
hours are great and is the life to run fast,

neither screen nor bucket
but the wind continues to be a point
so corrosion of the sea

rest impassive and how hypnotized
torno small forever
and not run anymore.

Ennio Corti