Laura - Marlene Kuntz

Prega, Laura, l’amore.

L’aurora non ancora

timida belt

e circa da tre ore

un pianto secco fa rumore

— tic tic tac —

fra gola e anima.

Prega, Laura, l’amore

sapendo che l’aurora

non lo porter,

con tutte le sue prove,

come ebbrezze nuove

(tic tic tac

dal cuore all’anima)

Sogna di ricordi che per lei sono impossibili

dando loro vita con soffi di pietosa carit.

Nutre il suo languore con confetti di miracoli

e angustia il suo silenzio quando pensa

Pray, Laura, love.

The dawn not yet

shy belt

and for about three hours

a dry cry makes noise

- tick tick tick -

between throat and soul.

Pray, Laura, love

knowing that the dawn

I will not wear it,

with all his evidence of her,

like new intoxications

(tick tick tick

from heart to soul)

She dreams of memories that are impossible for her

giving them life with breaths of compassionate charity.

She feeds his languor of hers with miracle dragees

and his silence distresses her when she thinks