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THE SOUND OF MY WALLS
(Dylan Thomas - Fausto Rossi)

"When my five rural senses
will see the fingers and forget the green thumbs
and through the plant eye of the moon’s nail
they will point

A handful of zodiac and chaff of young stars

Love peeled in the frost and entrusted to winter
the murmuring ears will see it, love to the beat of a drum

Down the breeze and shell towards an endless beach

And, tight as laces to the syllables, the lynx tongue will scream
That her love wounds have a bitter patching
My nostrils will see her breath burning like a bramble

My only and noble heart has witnesses in all
The streets of love that you, Oath, will go feeling

And when blind sleep will fall on the spying senses
the heart will be sensual, even if five eyes crack."