If On a Winter’s Night

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Se una notte d’inverno
n viaggiatore

As disordered pages
I read back my life

until you as Ludmilla
entered mine

The creak of shined floorboards
from the weight of us
and of ten thousand books
under ten kilos of dust

You as Ludmilla
mark my book with your touch
your stroke of the spine
is a pleasure to watch

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