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Fossati Ivano
Lindbergh
Sigonella
I.Fossati
I really like airplanes when they lift their noses off the ground
They have never scared me.
Only certain black wings of certain war machines
They make me close my eyes again and my heart again.
Listen to what I write to you love, that there is no scent of pomegranate
And there is no 'it is orange that is truly in bloom
That the whole island is a volcano where fear does not pass
Just as a season changes in our country.
The airplanes pass by here and it is at night that you hear them
When you can't sleep.
Here if they turned the lights on and dimmed the lights again
They would find us all standing with our eyes open here.
Here if the horizons were raised and they lowered their horizons again.
They would find us praying.
If the hope rose that like airplanes it can fly.
If this earth stopped shaking.
Because the air trembles like I tremble, the windows tremble in my room
The words of my poor handwriting tremble
If the hope arose that like everyone else he can fly
If this earth stopped sinking.
Listen to what I write to you, love, that there is no scent of pomegranate
And there is no orange tree that is truly in bloom.