<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=400715" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Burattino senza fili</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Puppet without strings</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Behind scene's linen cloth, wake of lonely mind, <br>your eye lids - a clothe plain, a drag by threads, <br>you hang, awkward dance at a buffoon's command, <br>Mondays of a life unsolved, to Sunday's dim end.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">(Shut eye lids and time still, you live together, <br>you saw her in a chapel of wood, you on her side, <br>church bells rung and lemon blooms, on combed hair, <br>an oath taken to live with it, and dance in mind..) </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Like in a shadow theater, forgot your role soon, <br>a clumpy figure under lids, you loved too much, <br>a figure surd is jumping up, upon a weave of loom, <br>to awake in aura lost, of puppet smiles and touch.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And jump-u-up, hop-hop, your-legs spasmodically, <br>the two of you behind lids, a cardboard foolish fair, <br>a shadow live theater, to jump hop-dance of tally, <br>unfurled cartoon hero you are, where her eyes stare..</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hero of shadows on foolish cloth, way high to jump, <br>and wooden laugh! If you could be for her, a kite..<br>your eye-lids and stage-cloth, a shadow loss to hunt, <br>outside of it, your flying cry, on corny yellow light..</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Giorgio+Veneto">Giorgio Veneto</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=400715" data-title="Burattino senza fili de Giorgio Veneto" data-description="Puppet without strings Behind scene's linen cloth, wake of lonely mind, your eye lids - a clothe plain, a drag by threads, you hang, awkward dance at a buffoon's command, Mondays of a life unsolved, to Sunday's dim end. (Shut eye lids and tim..."></div> </div> </div>

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