CHRISTMAS
I don’t have the will
to dive
into a tangle
of streets
I have so much
weariness
on my shoulders
Leave me
like a
thing
placed
in a
corner
and forgotten
Here
one feels nothing
other
than the good warmth
I’ll stay
with the four
somersaults of smoke
from the hearth.
Giuseppe Ungaretti
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