"OCTOBER Once, it was summer,
it was at that fire, at those ardors,
that my imagination awoke.
I lean now towards autumn
with its intoxicating color,
I love the weary season
that has already harvested.
Nothing resembles me anymore,
nothing consoles me anymore,
than this air that smells
of must and wine,
of this old October sun
that shines on the looted vineyards.
Unexpected autumn sun,
that shines as if in an afterlife,
with tender perdition
and wandering happiness,
you find us weakened,
turned to the worst and death in our souls.
That's why we like you,
vague surviving sun
that doesn't know how to say goodbye to us,
returning every morning
like a new miracle,
all the more beautiful the further you go
and are there to expire.
And with these incredible days
you compose your season
which is all a sweetest agony."
Created by d'Araprì