NaPoWriMo Day 19 – Wanderer (Ungaretti)

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I felt like another translation, this week.

——

No piece
of land
can I
make
my home

For each
new
climate
I meet
I pine
as
once before
already I had been
addicted

And I always leave
a stranger

Being born
changed by ages too
lived

To enjoy just one
initial
instant of life

I seek an innocent
country

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