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From a most heavenly birth
Drifting down to mortal earth
Coldly kisses a heated face
Or a tongue that wants a taste
Of purest symbol, virgin white
Brings unbridled joy, delight
Inspires epics, ballads too
With many allusions to one's virtue
A blanket of untouched white
(For its nature repels the lights)
A vast expanse which covers all
Untouched by man's tempt less fall
Pristine untouched in purest form
And from which naught is born
(Untouched by the mortal hand
Untied to the yellow band)
That melts with the heat
Of a new day's sun.
Volpi.You will find that the story you tell
is very rarely your own. In Lucca,
even the smallest pebbles
breathe in the warm sunlight.
Knotted stones and cobbled roads
beat out a paper-dry heartbeat heat
my city breathes in and out,
inhales sparrow air.
It's writing a story.
You are the pen.
You will find that in Lucca
the daisy chains forge fire
in side streets and back alleys.
Teenagers intertwine. Tell me,
odd flower, are you still closed?
Here we are colored wax;
the heat of the city melts us.
We run into each other, rhapsody
of pigments. Operas are our specialties.
Open up; feel the reds.
If not, try and see them. There is a place
of deep knife marks, a street
long as midnight
you may learn something there.
Valentina's voice glimmers like red wine.
You may enjoy intoxications. Still,
know alcohol has no story
and will swallow your own.
Find the sign with the wolf on it.
You'll know the place. Epiphanies ring true as church-bells.
Lucca still guides the wanderers
to well sp
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