Aspettando un Treno A Palmira by Andrea Bonaceto.

English translation:

WAITING FOR A TRAIN IN PALMIRA

I have waited for a train without the ticket to leave.

At the station in Palmira
A lyric ran down my heart.

Shall I always live
The new moon of celebrations
Caressing motes of angels
Shattered at my feet.

Ambrosia and spikenard
Grab this rope
Turned off over time
Trembling, wheezing.

I am waiting for a train without a ticket at a station which is not Palmira.

The idea remains
Genuflected
To the shining ether
Where nothingness appears stripped
So that without words
I could define
The essence of this rose.

In truth, there is no station and there are no trains today at my door: Palmira does not exist.

Everything is swarming again
On the mirror of this world:

Ruined cities
Snails climbing on the walls
Majestic trees
Blissful moments of stillness
Glimpses of colourful butterflies
Wishes lulled in the fireplace
Tired souls and all the rest.

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