A Translation: ' Parigi ' (A Poem By Harold Pinter) Poem by Fabrizio Frosini

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[my Italian translation of 'Paris' - Poem by Harold Pinter]
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'Parigi'


La tenda bianca a pieghe,
Lei fa due passi e si volta,
La tenda immobile, la luce
Esita nei suoi occhi.
Le lampade dorate.
Il pomeriggio indugia, silenzioso.
Lei danza nella mia vita.
Il biancore del giorno brucia.



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'Paris' - Poem by Harold Pinter


The curtain white in folds,
She walks two steps and turns,
The curtain still, the light
Staggers in her eyes.
The lamps are golden.
Afternoon leans, silently.
She dances in my life.
The white day burns.