Tu, timorosa crisalide,
ricordo di sperate intimità
sempre temute, rese aride
da un doppio filo di viltà.
Io, illuso da trepidii irreali,
lost in a limbo of chimeras,
wanted your colorful wings,
that it was a dream to be
your first heaven,
your first smell,
your first flight,
your first love.
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