I like the dark recesses of the taverns
dormant
where people culminates in the excess of the song, I like things
blaspheme and read,
and glasses of wine deep,
where the mind rejoices
level of magical thinking.
is too silly to cry over a lost love
malvissuto and unfriendly, the acrid steam
best wine
free,
better intoxication of genie,
best best deaf
the investigation of the smoothness of life, I love
inns
who speak the language
subtle language of Bacchus, and then
inns
there is the name of Charles
written in golden letters.
Alda Merini
by mad, mad, mad with love for you
Bloomsbury Publishing
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