Infinite by Giacomo Leopardi
These solitary hills have always been dear to me. Seated here, this sweet hedge, which blocks the distant horizon opening inner silences and interminable distances. I plunge in thought to where my heart, frightened, pulls back. Like the wind which I hear tossing the trembling plants which surround me, a voice from the inner depths of spirit shakes the certitudes of thought. Eternity breaks through time, past and present intermingle in her image. In the inner shadows I lose myself, drowning in the sea-depths of timeless love.
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