Pugnale

   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