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  • Emilio Santini
    • Feb 10, 2019
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Updated: Mar 16, 2019


I’ve hidden my waters behind the armoire.

Distant, unhappy.

Sailing vessels of marine expanses of the past.

Never shipwrecked.

Now and again, I glimpse them over

veiled horizons of hopes,

Smiles frozen by the terror of time’s writing.

Illusion of eternity on the fabric of my dreams.


E.Santini ©


Nascosi le mie acque dietro l'armadio.

Distanti, infelici.

Vascelli veleggianti le espanse marine del passato.

Mai naufragati.

Nuovamente, ora, gli intravedo,

velati orizzonti di speranza,

sorrisi gelati dal terrore del tempo che scrive.

Illusione d'eternità nel tessuto dei miei sogni.


E.Santini ©


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