This is a poem that my English teacher sent me, after many Italian dream talks.
WEIGHTLESS
For a god who laughs like a child,
So many cries of sparrows,
So many dances in the boughs,
A soul makes itself weightless,
The meadows take on such softeness,
Such tenderness rekindles in the eyes,
Hands like leaves
Are spellbound in the air...
Who fears anymore,
who judges?
-Guiseppe Ungaretti, 1934
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