this beginning of autumn this year in southern
m'impasticcio sea sand sun
rub my apple tree
how s'impasticcia honey.
Night , heaven has a good smell of semi
the night, the sky falls on the dusty street
m'impasticcio of stars.
I m'abituo , my rose, I
m'abituo
to the sea sand the sun to apples to stars
is time to go
mixed
apples in the sun the sand to the stars at sea .
Nazim Hikmet
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