Inner Harmony

November 7, 2007

The splash of wild wings in the walls of the fog,
The jump of the green colour from the sun to the branches,
The Thracian blind hoofs, which rumble
Already two millennia in the subterranean frescos –
I love.

The thrilling classical gesture of Marquis of Posa,
Who had tucked in his mantle the dignity of the centuries,
And had fallen in the feet of Philip with the winged words:
– Oh, give freedom to the thought! –
I do not love.

I’m free.

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