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Genova my entire city. Geranium. Powder keg. Genoa iron and air, my slate, sandstone. Genoa city clean. light breeze and uphill. Genoa vertical dizziness, air stairs. Genoa black and white. Cacumine. Distance. Genoa where they live, my name, noun. I will re Genoa. childhood. Syllabary. my betrayed Genoa, remorse of a lifetime. Genoa group. Joy. Soul. Genoa alone, little streets, ebrietudine. Genoa lemon. a mirror. Cannon. Genoa in sight, bricks, gravel, rocks. Genoa gray and blue. Girls. Bottles. Baskets. Genoa tuff and sun, chased , stone-throwing. Genoa entire roof. rubble. Castelletto. Genoa of aircraft facts Albaro, Borgoratti. Genoa that consumes me. intestine. Alleyways. Genoa and so be it, sea in a tavern. Genoa bruised. Winter fingers. Genoa Merchant industrial and civil projects. Genoa right of men. Ansaldo. San Giorgio. Sestri. quay in Genoa, transatlantic lace

Genoa entire site. Bisagno. Belvedere. Genoa canary Persian green leaf. Genoa white towers. profit. Palancar. Genoa in brine, water died of boredom. Genoa bad voice. My delight. My cross. Oregina of Genoa, sheet, wind, frost. Genoa as barbaric. Campana. Montale, Sbarbaro. Genoa of tenements long, my suffering. Genoa bilge. a wash. Latrine. Genoa tanker yearning, cliff. north of Genoa. a stench. Skirt. Genoa of aquamarine, area, Turquoise. Genoa light thieves. children. Father. Mother. Genoa old girl madness, pot, television. Soziglia Genoa. tunnels. Poultry. Trilia. Genoa garlic and roses, Pré, Fountains of Masrose. Loading Genoa. Voltri. Dismay. dell'Acquasola Genoa, sweet, nightingale. Genoa color throughout. Flag. Tug. Genoa alive and beloved, salt, vegetable garden, parapet. Genoa barrels. Catholic. Water in April. Genoa Communist bowling, timing.

Corso Genova Oddone. storm. Push. Genoa squall, madness, Paganini, Magnasco. Genoa will not let me. My girlfriend. Whore. Genoa which is saying something, do not end sigh. Genoa fourth string. siren that does not forget. Genoa elevator, paternal pang. Genova my chest. My falsetto. Ridge. Genoa lit night, wet riser. Genova my brother. Cathedral. Brothel. Genova in violin, mice, casino. Genoa to my sister. Sigh. Maris Stella. Genoa port Chinese, guttural. Sottoripa Genoa. Emporio . Sex. Stipa. Porta Genova Soprana angel and whore. Genoa knife. Fish. Mantle. Genoa streetlight gas consternation. Raibetta Genoa. Gatta Mora. Infect. Genoa Witch overhanging the teeth attached. Genoa can not tell. boats. Paint. Genoa bathing of damage from not forget. Genoa "Paul & Lele." reefs. Furious. Sails. Genoa Villa Quartara, where love is perfect.

Genoa barracks. a dairy. Cum. My Genova Sturla, still in my blood screams. Genoa silver and tin. mosquito. Of scagno. Genoa of hay thin, kennel, Marassi, Staglieno. gray walls of Genoa. District. Fear. Genoa hinterland red stones, war. Genoa trite things. death. Nephritis. white sail and Genoa, hope, tent canvas. Genoa that redeems. shed. Blue. Tin. Genoa always human, present, partisan. Genova my Rina. Valtrebbia. Fresh air. Genoa country fresh leaves, where I got married. Genoa always new. life to be found. Genoa long and far, Silvana of my homeland. beating Genoa. My Heart. My brilliant. Genoa my home, where m'è born Attilio. dell'Acquaverde Genoa. My father who is lost. Genoa sobs, my mother, Via Bernardo Strozzi. Genoa complaints. Aeneas. Bombing. Genoa desperate vain I implored. Genoa, La Spezia. Childhood that disagreement. Genoa, Livorno, departure with no return. Genoa life. My endless litany. Cod fish served Genoa and pink, where fixed tilt target swallow: the rhyme. Giorgio Caproni

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Trieste

(from Trieste and a woman, 1910-12)

I walked across the entire city.

Then I climbed up a slope,

crowded at the beginning, then deserted,

closed by a wall:

a corner where only

sit, and I think that where it ends

the city limits.

Trieste has a sullen

grace. If you like,

is like a tomboy and voracious harsh,

with blue eyes and hands too big

to give a flower, like a love

jealous. From this height

every church, every street

discover, if crowded beach, or

the hill where, on the stony

top of a house, the last one, clings.

Around

circulates to every thing looked strange, tormented air,

the native air.

My city is alive in every part,

has the corner for me, my life

pensive and shy.

Umberto Saba