Death will come and will have your eyes
this death that accompanies us from morning till night, sleepless,
deaf, like an old remorse
or an absurd vice. Your eyes
will be a vain word,
a silent cry, a silence.
So you see them every morning on
when you gaze alone
in the mirror. O dear hope,
that day we too will know that you are life and nothingness
For all death has a look.
Death will come and will have your eyes.
will be like giving up a vice, as seen in the mirror
a dead face re-emerge, like listening to a
closed lips.
go down into the Eddy dumb.
Cesare Pavese
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