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The eyes, which promised magic,
Fleetingly become alive
Projected on the facades of presepi,
The aprons
Of Italian wives.
The eyes, which harboured fealty,
Jump on the snow sledge
For a ride
Adieu! Over the stone sheep, Maria,
City,
Goodbye, unfairy rhymes!
Two almonds on the moon face
Alter
Into the foil fish – embrace! –
Before they merge into the liquid
Handcrafted corporeal
Sky.
