Everything that is beautiful
Is not always loved,
For some diamonds have edges
That, besides shining,
Can also hurt.
The reflection of love
Does not always reach the heart,
Not always…
Not every light warms;
It can burn.
Dry tears
Nourish the soil,
Warmed by the sun of love.
I melt this way
In your arms,
In your lap,
Silent… Farewell!
. By Zito Camillo
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