Aisthesis

G.L.Bernini, L'estasi di Santa Teresa

                                                    Il pugnale
                                                    entra nel cuore,
                                                    come il vomere dell'aratro
                                                    nella terra.

                                                    No.
                                                    Non pugnalarmi.
                                                    No.

                                                    Il pugnale,
                                                    come un raggio di sole,
                                                    incendia le terribili
                                                    profondità.

                                                    No.
                                                    Non pugnalarmi.
                                                    No.

                                                                                       F.G.Lorca