October is a beautiful poem by Vincenzo Cardarelli, which fully reflects my mood this time of year that happens to be my favorite.
one time, it was summer,
was at that fire, those heats,
that aroused my imagination.
Tilt now
autumn color that intoxicates, I love the tired
season that has already harvested.
like me No more, no more
consoles me,
of this air that smells of must and wine, this
Otto
old sun that shines on the vineyards looted.
unexpected autumn sun, that shines
as in there, with tender
perdition
vagabond and happiness, you will find us
weakened,
Turned for the worse and death in the soul.
's why we like you, only surviving
vague that you can not say goodbye,
back every morning as a new miracle, the more beautiful the more
Come here and you're there to breathe.
And these incredible days go
composing your season
that all is a sweet agony.
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