September
Clouds chase each other in the sky
playing hide-and-seek, at the corner
of the avenue, a little cat hooded
in black sniffs the air and
seems to think - it's the last day
of vacation. This pleasing summer
otium will end, I too will return to my
usual armchair. Summer's evaporating
in mists of memories. Who konws
if I"ll remember its last beams
under the dimmer city sun.
- Eugenio Montale
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