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To: gypsy who wrote (2618)2/5/1999 12:37:00 PM
From: N  Respond to of 13015
 
Dante

Il mio bel San Giovanni, Inferno Dante.

He didn't go back even after he was dead
To that ancient Florence of his.
Leaving, he looked straight ahead:
It's for him I am singing this.
Night. A torch. A final kiss.
Outside, the sound of fate -- a kind
Of howl. From hell he sent her a curse.
In paradise, she was still on his mind.
He didn't go barefoot, late at night,
Penitentially attired,
Through Florence -- treacherous, full of spite,
Whom he so faithfully adored.

Anna Akhmatova

(..."...not a woman"....we assume!...But-Anna-really-was, imo &%^@!)



To: gypsy who wrote (2618)2/5/1999 3:02:00 PM
From: nihil  Read Replies (1) | Respond to of 13015
 
"Brown wrinkled tissue" might be more appealing to you, if you instead of your smooth lovable bright integument, were very truthful very old, and very dark, and much in love with me when I said: Amo su piel arrugada marrón oscura. ("othscura" through my Castilian lips)


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