libere parole

Sogno - english version


Dream I was sorry not having walked through the unploughed fields through tufts of high grass nettles and weeds before the plough would pass again treading on hard earth and on intricated turfs of thick grass roots twisted together To have seen from aloof these fields fenced with hard willow trees green of moss marked by the lines of ditches where the water gets to the surface and life appears To feel the earth still hard before the plough of the farmer would pass again !