In the velvet shell Poem by Elisa Biagini

In the velvet shell

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In the velvet shell
she carries the butter,
mama's shaken juice,
the bread, her skin,
the nails in the
white, so she
can't be recognized,
wine, almost blood
of yourself.
You,
carry the pieces
of what you will be
if you are not stopped by
the wolf.

Translation: 2006, Elisa Biagini

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