I'll second that sentiment.Pro or not, you are still bloody good!
[J. Rodolfo Wilcock, Poesie, Milano, Adelphi 1996, p. 159]A Velletri
Sono andato fino alla fermata dell’autobus,
mi sono seduto sul muretto del ponte:
la mia ombra era l’ombra di un giovane,
ma anch’io sono l’ombra di un giovane.
In Velletri
I went as far as the bus stop,
I sat on the little wall of the bridge:
my shadow was the shadow of a young man,
but I too am the shadow of a young man.
So did my father.My mom always cut heads off...
the second was deliberate
That's because the first one has no mouth.the second one is talking to me more.
That's because the first one has no mouth.