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Today is Stefano’s birthday. After the scare I gave him a few days ago, I thought I’d better come up with something good (!), and this lovely sonnet (Italian and English translations provided) by Pablo Neruda fits the bill perfectly:
Non t’amo come se fossi rosa di sale, topazio
o freccia di garofani che propagano il fuoco:
t’amo come [...]
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