The Song of the Bells When evening loses itself in the fountains my village is a confused color. I’m far away, I remember its frogs, the moon, the sad tremolo of the crickets. Vespers sound and fade into the fields. I’m dead to the song of the bells. Stranger, fear not, in my sweet flight over the plain, I am a spirit of love who to his land returns from afar. - Pier Paolo Pasolini

The Song of the Bells

When evening loses itself in the fountains

my village is a confused color.

I’m far away, I remember its frogs,

the moon, the sad tremolo of the crickets.

Vespers sound and fade into the fields.

I’m dead to the song of the bells.

Stranger, fear not,

in my sweet flight over the plain,

I am a spirit of love

who to his land returns from afar.

- Pier Paolo Pasolini

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