Friday, February 03, 2006
Infinite.These solitary hills have always been dear to me.
Seated here, this sweet hedge,
which blocks the distant horizon opening inner silences
and interminable distances.
I plunge in thought to where my heart, frightened,
pulls back.
Like the wind which I hear
tossing the trembling plants which surround me,
a voice from the inner depths of spirit
shakes the certitudes of thought.
Eternity breaks through time,
past and present intermingle in her image.
In the inner shadows I lose myself,
drowning in the sea-
depths of timeless love.
Giacomo Leopardi
you know what i like? it's the period that comes after the word 'infinite'. it's almost ironic, isnt it? it's also nice when things like love are compared to the sea and stuff, so open and beautiful (even though a bit dangerous).
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