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Basic Jump
That ledge, love and hate,
that instant of reason and madness,
endless concentration, meditation,
it flows in the reddened pupil
from a feverish wind, swaying
the film of the life,
in a film of the terror.
A trembling climbs from the feet to the head,
blood reboils, volcano in eruption,
the skin lifts him, he detaches,
in action of rebellion,
the red hot mind, is forge,
with ices that sail under
in the void, that you/they command the ring
of the extreme courage of the life.
poetry of Diego Caviola
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