I wander in the pitch black night beside you.

Not knowing from what or from who I am terrified,

I am often startled and grip to your arm.

We ascend an ignored slope

step by step, and the night is like a sea,

our life is as a wave in the sea.

I loose your vigilant glance 

in the dark. On which path

where how why we have to go?

Toward which goal? The freezing fear

is almost stopping the beat in my breast….

But you lift me in safe arms…

You kiss me slowly, you whisper: To this.

Amalia Guglielminetti (Italy 1881-1941), da Le Vergini Folli, Le Seduzioni, Damocle Ed. (Venezia), translation by Slow Words

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