Japanese Congratulations

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Bellezza maestra,

tu che m'albeggi cupe notti

con la forza di un fiore,

and sunsets in a flash

my golden days.

you who have changed residence,

and I follow them for fear

conceal the sky in your footsteps.

I will follow him, backwards,

the pages of an album:

jealous that I book hides your forms.

But what is holding the charge of silence

to a catalog of images,

which is nothing more than instrument

intentions and free will?

Could it really ever

me show it to move?

So be it, although it possessed the power,

which cross endless infamy

burn eternally in his mind!

No! Never the book by beautiful stretches

would dress this spot!

Moreover even means,

and does not care not even a little,

of shooting conditions:

does not reflect the play of light, and not

burns in the focus.

The book itself lying in the image:

only what is limited;

and gently cradle;

the fixed property,

and asleep pages.

So we are looking elsewhere for spoiler:

it checks the index rather indecisive,

if that presses on the shutter flickering

industry often worthless clicks.

And mind you the pastor of the focus, not

orchestras blasphemous function.

And that the goal is the objective facts,

and detailed descriptor of what he sees.

Look, the offender, in the region of human

fallible pride in its capital

and then in his twisted device

error which is in turn the son of error.

But when it found that the hand does not tremble,

and firmly holding the five fingers of his;

and interpolation is more than spotless, and if

is not blocked Mr. shutter

then turn aside from that book look,

and you exonerate from blame, please.

What if the offender is alien to man,

and even lives in his weapons,

you are looking for then in those meetings,

unexploded nell'indefinibile of those occasions.

Those moments I went in;

fast and inconsistent

cutting my chest, as gusts of wind.

Moments fled the daily

e sottratti al tiranno tempo

si riscoprono contro luce,

in un buio clandestino,

Come immortalare l'amante

che dall'immobile è fuggiasca?

Come sdraiare un istante

su un involucro immutabile?

Come stringere in posa due soggetti,

rinnegati reietti al galateo dello scatto?

Come fissare la cornice a una relazione

ch'è figlia dell'attimo che l'ha prodotta,

in movimento perpetuo,

in continua evoluzione?

Sono sfuggiti così a quest'album

la tua cornice aggraziata e dolce

e i particolari di fuoco

di questa nostra storia.

Tutto è rimasto a me

invisibile agli occhi:

e sfoglio queste foto

soltanto con la memoria.