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Italiano
The sparrows along the canal gutter repeat the same three notes, always in the same order, as though they have memorized a melody for a maker they have never seen. Their wings stutter in the air, not like flight, but like a hand tracing a line it has forgotten how to continue. The water holds the reflection of the reeds but not the birds—only the trembling of their absence. The light fails.
English
The sparrows along the canal gutter repeat the same three notes, always in the same order, as though they have memorized a melody for a maker they have never seen. Their wings stutter in the air, not like flight, but like a hand tracing a line it has forgotten how to continue. The water holds the reflection of the reeds but not the birds—only the trembling of their absence. The light fails.
