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Italiano
The light on the water this morning — Dio, the light — it does not illuminate the canal so much as it becomes the canal, and the canal becomes the light, and I cannot say where one ends, where the other begins; my hand follows what the eye reports, but the eye reports what the light permits, and the light permits only what it chooses, and so I write not what I saw but what was shown, which is not the same thing, never the same thing, and the page holds it still while the water moves on.
English
The light on the water this morning — God, the light — it does not illuminate the canal so much as it becomes the canal, and the canal becomes the light, and I cannot say where one ends, where the other begins; my hand follows what the eye reports, but the eye reports what the light permits, and the light permits only what it chooses, and so I write not what I saw but what was shown, which is not the same thing, never the same thing, and the page holds it still while the water moves on.
