Beautiful poem Spaghetti, I'dl love to be able to read it in Italian, as the translation always gives it subtle differences, as well as losing the melodious cadence of your language. Unfortunately, even speaking Spanish, I' would only understand around 30 or so percent, maybe more. Pero no tutti!
Here's my favorite poem, about the silence that hides in all actions:
The bamboo shadows sweep the stairs,
but no dust is stirred.
The moonlight penetrates the depths of the pool,
but no trace is left in the water.
If governments knew this, they would come crumbling down...
