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Quattrocento

On the hilltops

amid this picture

I reencountered

that ineffable day

of childhood.

I entered

into that space

created for me,

into those valleys,

where everything whispers

my words.

 

I advance

toward a city

of forgotten tales,

toward emerald green

mountains,

as though I have found

my homeland.

Translated by Michael Biggins