I have no harbour.
I am a land broken and burned.
I am not a a best resort, a nest.
I am a knot. Tight, alone.
I am an abandoned
place.
I am a spring without
gems.
Something to not love,
despite this sea of love.
I am to be forgotten:
a toy in the sun.
Beauty drowned and denied
I am.
Like a woman
to be hidden,
I am.

[Original Italian by Elisabetta Destasio, untitled, from upcoming collection La Ricerca.]