And again in this lonely shore
I come, sunrise sea, to meet you.
reveals a slight flare to gradually spread the arena
shore, the cuttlefish bones, and dead fish from
innocent round eyes,
and shells from the rosy lips.
already trembling in the dim blue eyes love
distant dawn.
The sea shells have in the human voice.
(Curzio Malaparte)
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