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A triangle of three beings,
Yesterday night I saw it.
I thought to myself: “Aiuto!”
No words and no visions – new colour!
Time shifted my answers,
Answers we know already –
Transcendent and unchanging,
Tenderness bigger than eyeing.
Suddenly comes an image
A sleeping, belled, tired city,
Nizhny’s tragic martyrdom –
Two rivers,churches, tramlines,
The old Slavonic sounds…
I gift you my bridges, my birthplace,
My Strelka’s triangle, my steamboats,
My manna in kindergartens…
Painting “Quando guardi il triangolo”, Sara Maino 2021
