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Poem

Elisa Biagini

IN THE VELVET SHELL

In the velvet shell
she carries the butter,
mama’s shaken juice,
the bread, her skin,
the nails in the
white, so she
can’t be recognized,
wine, almost blood
of yourself.
You,
       carry the pieces
of what you will be
if you are not stopped by
the wolf.

IN THE VELVET SHELL

Nel guscio-velluto
porta il burro,
succo mosso di mamma,
il pane, la sua pelle,
le unghie nel
bianco, fini,
che non si riconosca,
vino, quasi sangue
di te,
       portati i pezzi
di come sarai
se non ti ferma
il lupo.
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IN THE VELVET SHELL

In the velvet shell
she carries the butter,
mama’s shaken juice,
the bread, her skin,
the nails in the
white, so she
can’t be recognized,
wine, almost blood
of yourself.
You,
       carry the pieces
of what you will be
if you are not stopped by
the wolf.

IN THE VELVET SHELL

In the velvet shell
she carries the butter,
mama’s shaken juice,
the bread, her skin,
the nails in the
white, so she
can’t be recognized,
wine, almost blood
of yourself.
You,
       carry the pieces
of what you will be
if you are not stopped by
the wolf.
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