The broken heart
of the earth.
The terrible shriek
with pain,
that comes up
from the empty space.
Its songs
run hopeless,
from everywhere,
to add at the sea
useless
and salted tears.
Goodbay
Mururoa,
my love.
I have written this my poetry in Italian language, therefore its translation in English language could have minor "Vis Poetica".
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