the wind has been sweeping the city all night long and it now blows even faster and colder. days like these do remind me of triest, a city famous for its freezing, siberian wind bora. triest actually does look like izmir in some ways - and especially on windy, blustery days like today. the best portrayts of triest were definitely made in verses by umberto saba - a poet i love and whose poems i used to learn by heart when i was in school.
there is always a bittersweet quality in saba's style - which i especially enjoy. he very often finds the best way to describe...in very few, simple words...the most difficult contradictions belonging to the human spirit.
Ti dico addio quando ti cerco Amore,
come il mio tempo e questo grigio vuole.
Oh, in te era l’ombra della terra e il sole,
e il cuore d’un fanciullo senza cuore.
I say goodye when i look for you my Love,
as wished by my time and this haze alike.
In you I saw the earth's shadow and the sun at once,
and the heart of a heartless child.
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