What shall we say to his friend who is sleeping tonight? The word
softer We drive up to his lips
the direst punishment. Looked at his friend,
his lips do not say anything unnecessary,
Speak softly. The night will
the face of the old pain that resurfaces every night
impassive and alive. The remote silence
suffer as a soul, silent in the darkness.
We'll talk about the night that Fiat subdued.
will hear the moments in the dark ooze
beyond things anxiety dawn
that will affect all of a sudden things
against the dead silence. Unnecessary light
reveal the absorbed faces of the day. The
moments were silent. And things will speak quietly.
Cesare Pavese
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