underground: shadows, leaves, coldness.
and with her, again.
here's my word, "over” and she vanished...
fate, destiny, and an apparent mistake...
is it possible to love who’s dead?
to hades for her... why?
but i was looking only for the past,
and eurydice of hades was only nothing,
shadow with fear and void in her blood,
and i destroyed her!
you cannot understand me, Bacca.
my past was vanishing, only death.
not song or morning.
so i turned back.
time has gone away,
but i've not found myself.
are you listening to yourself, bacca?
.....................................
(to cesare pavese, by guido monte)
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