La musica percuote l’aria
al ritmo di tamburi e antichi riti.
Le mani carezzano il tuo corpo.
e si alzano in volo fiori e rondini
svegliano sogni, scendono
sui tuoi seni, sui fianchi,
si bagnano nella sorgente
da cui sgorga la vita, tua,
mia e del mondo.
Tra le tue gambe tremano
demoni e angeli
offuscano l’aria con i loro fiati,
rubano ai miei occhi
le mandorle vellutate
delle tue labbra.
Lentamente tutto il tuo corpo
svanisce nella nebbia.
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Music hits the air
to the rhythm of drums and ancient rites.
Hands caress your body,
and flowers and swallows fly,
awaken dreams, descend
on your breasts, on your hips,
they bathe in the spring
from which life gushes out yours,
mine and of the world.
Demons and angels tremble between your legs
cloud the air with their breaths,
steal the velvety almonds
of your lips at my eyes.
Slowly your whole body
vanishes into the fog.
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