Suggestions from Hölderlin
Wise men in the evening of their lives tend to Beauty. Like tamarisks tend to the moon on the sea.
Annunciation. I, angel, am only a star and You, You alone, are the royal door. The Wind will open You slightly to the Dawn.
The Galaxy will pierce Your heart and the stars will rush to Your edge ciglio.
Oh Splendid. The night covers You.
Oh glorious moon of the Golgotha
Kiss our stones.
May they become lips.
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