La Chiave di Do

~ The man in black fled across the desert, and the gunslinger followed.

Especially when the October wind
With frosty fingers punishes my hair,
Caught by the crabbing sun I walk on fire
And cast a shadow crab upon the land,
By the sea’s side, hearing the noise of birds,
Hearing thè raven cough in winter sticks,
My busy heart who shudders as the talks
Sheds the syllabic blood and drains her words.

Expecially when the October wind - Dylan Thomas

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