Cesare Pavese. (№ 322941)

Death comes eyes will be yours.
To accompany me from morning till night, tirelessly,
Ashamed like their bad habits
For the absurd, for the cry of mute...
Like they say, but everything is so unspeakably.
And every morning, the reflection in the mirror looking
And smoldering in anticipation of the hope fragile
You look and think: "We are alive! Our fears are in vain!"
Il see death's shadow I'm creepy...
And each of us will die of its own.
We look at it, but what about us?
And in the mirror we see only a shadow
And we hear somknuvshegosya teeth
And leaving our life day
In the maelstrom we're going quickly, gritting his teeth.