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I was planning to write all that I had documented while I was at the peak of vaccine fever, but I quickly realized that it would turn...

Sunday's streets are blown and bare, empty of any commotion As if time had been stalled, or some sabbath curfew had been suddenly called...

Nell'ultimo orizzonte lo sguardo si fermò, nell'ammirare gli infiniti spazi che la montagna al poeta regalò, i colori si allontanavano...

At last I was recaptured by his love Resisting had no effect Love is like an ocean without a shore How can one swim there, oh wise one?...