ciao, Dante

we rise morning after measure to watch the sun

rise into the illimitable blue.

I let the gold obsess in me

fill my royal ice-sculpture heart with the aura sacra of dawn.

I am not necessarily allowed to paper-cut Orion

or to claim a space in the star-speckled sea,

but I raise my copper-loved hands and open my mouth

And I let red universe spill out

a les infiniti del cieli.