Un po’ di sole , e la tremenda pace di un sogno...

I am tired of all these flapping wings
in time with oars, and owls
that make dogs cry
when it is moon wind in the reeds.
I want to leave, I want to leave this island ".
And she: “O dear, it's late: let's stay”.
Then I slowly began to count
the strong reflections of sea water
that the air carried over my eyes
from the volume of the tall ship.
(Salvatore Quasimodo)

Peace comes before poetry,
an everlasting and full lake
over which nothing passes,
not even a sailing ship ...
(Alda Merini)