Out here, life is at its essence,
and watches the world with innocent eyes;
far from grime, far from rushing people
it seems that I have found a tiny peace.
On the blue backdrop of the unknown
water droplets trace their paths;
on the sky, mortals hang on metal -
but who is to know how long either will last? Peter Hammill, Solitude "Il nord è essenzialmente la sua luce" Claudio Magris, L'infinito viaggiare
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