Down / Alba



saying a prayer

across the Western Plain

and toward sharper summits

of golden foaming waves.


As a distorted knotted brunch

stacked into a secret crevice

for every



discerning the world regrets.





rivolge una preghiera


alle cime taglienti

alle spume all’oro dei flutti

al ritrarsi dell’ombra.


Come ramo storto e nodoso


sta infitto nell’ansa segreta

del giorno

il senso indicibile

di ogni



di tutto il dolore del mondo.





Published by carlogabbiwriter

Italian born, and living in Australia. I'm writing for the past 15 years in both Italian and English language. I pubblished my first book in USA and it's available with Amazon. I also wrote several long stories which are grouped under the name "A song of Love" and several other works available in my blog in Rosso Venexiano.

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