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Voce di terra, di vento e di dialetto .
Voce di uomini e donne terribili.
Voce a volte anche mia..manina piccola che cerca la tua.
martedì 1 febbraio 2011
James Joyce-Silently She's Combing
Silently she's combing,
Combing her long hair
Silently and graciously,
With many a pretty air.
The sun is in the willow leaves
And on the dappled grass,
And still she's combing her long hair
Before the looking-glass.
I pray you, cease to comb out,
Comb out your long hair,
For I have heard of witchery
Under a pretty air.
That makes as one thing to the lover
Staying and going hence,
All fair, with many a pretty air
And many a negligence.
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