Daria Menicanti
· italiano · suomeksiSixteen years
She hopes who knows what. Goes away
with her bottom hung in a black swimsuit.
She smiles, swings it. Thinks
she's the only one to have it.
Love is (not) everlasting
It cannot last. It won't last for sure.
Love sticks, craving
for your burning body and runs to others,
everlasting only in this very event.
Anything else you can say is
running poor poets down.
Daria Menicanti (Piacenza 1914 - Roma 1995)