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macabre droplets
macabre droplets of the old; yet unknown, a clear picture in my mind – – they paint lo, a new type of scenery before us; almost picturesque in the way its presented, originally beautiful – deceitful at its very core, proceeded, those minuscule and nearly-imperceptible (though beloved) sons of Gaia; coating the ground and earth as they went one by one – ever-too brightly their figures had since changed la ch ioma di un albero è sempre splendente; luccicante come ’l sol e, con quelle grezze, pian addolorate e brucianti piano mano la terra va a ricostruire nella sua nuova, oscura immagine una concezione prima ed ora ignota l’esser ancora ne rimane – – e rimarrà, appena il tempo scorra, sempre più ignaro
col malevolo – puramente pieno di vita devastatore, c’s’ha niente a che facere; nonché ammirare ciò che egli stesso erose
dark and eerie drops from the past; still not known, a vivid image in my thoughts – – they create behold, a fresh kind of landscape for us; almost beautiful in how it is shown, initially lovely – misleading at its heart, came forth, those tiny and almost invisible (yet cherished) children of Earth; covering the ground and soil as they moved one by one – too brightly shining their shapes have since transformed
the ch image of a tree is always radiant; shining like the sun and, with those rough, soft painful and burning gently hand the earth will reconstruct in its new, dark form a concept once and now unknown the being still remains – – and will remain, as time flows by, increasingly unaware
with the malevolent – purely full of life destructive, it has nothing to do with; other than admire
what it itself eroded