Mary Rose, 2007-01-30: Vиrso di Buonaparte (la confessione di Josephine)Your lips are trembling at my neck,
Your voice is struggling with a creed,
You are afraid, but you’ll be back,
Your great vocation is to lead.
The sleepless nights and morning pain
Compressing cushions through the grief...
How could I just suppose in vain
That you’ll return? The fate is stiff.
A stroke of fate has fallen down,
It beat my mind like yours in war!
My head is clouded, you’re around...
I’d better suicide before!
I’d better fallen in abyss,
Had never seen your triumph day,
Had never lived in world like this.
I hate the everything is lay!
In the deep conscience I’m convinced
That you’re alive and full of strength.
I’m faithful ghost, I’m the deceased
With broken soul, exhausted hands.
Che cosa ora predicм?
E sento spaesato mi.
Sespiro molto per lo sguardo...
La tua amata Giozefмe. |
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