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A journey of a thousand miles begins with one single step – Lao Tzu

Chi sono? – Who am I?

.

Son forse un poeta?

No, certo.

Non scrive che una parola, ben strana,

la penna dell’anima mia:

“follia”.

Son dunque un pittore?

Neanche.

Non ha che un colore

la tavolozza dell’anima mia:

“malinconia”.

Un musico, allora?

Nemmeno.

Non c’è che una nota

nella tastiera dell’anima mia:

“nostalgia”.

Son dunque … che cosa?

.

Io metto una lente

davanti al mio cuore

per farlo vedere alla gente.

Chi sono?

Il saltimbanco dell’anima mia.

.

 – Aldo Palazzeschi

.

.

Am I perhaps a poet?

No. Not really.

Only one strange word

the pen of my soul can write:

“folly.”

Am I then a painter?

No.  Not even.

It has but one color

the palette of my soul:

“sadness.”

Am I a musician then?

No.  Not even that.

There is but one note

on the keyboard of my soul:

“nostalgia.”

.

I am therefore ….. what?

.

I put a lens over my heart

so that people can look in.

.

Who am I?

The acrobat of my soul.

.

- by Aldo Palazzeschi

(trans. by Carolina Flaminia Perrone)

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