Pier Paolo Pasolini
Translated from Italian 🇮🇹
The day of My Death
In a city, Trieste or Udine,
Along the linden boulevard,
When in spring
The leaves change color,
I’II drop dead
Under the ardent sun,
Blond and tall,
And I’II close my eyes,
Leaving the sky to its splendor.
Under a warms green linden
I’ll fall into my death’s darkness;
Seattering linden and sun.
The beautiful boys
Will run in that light
Which I’ve just lost,
Flying from school
With curls on their brows.
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by Laurent Guidali
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