| http://www.w3.org/ns/prov#value | - Salvatore Quasimodo Sicilian WriterNobel Prize for Literature, 1959ISLANDLove of you saddens me,my earth, if evening shedsdark perfumes of orange trees,or oleanders, if -serene-the torrent flows with rosesthat almost reach its esturary.But if I return to your shoresand, in song, a soft voice calls,fearful, from the road -I know not whether childhood or love,longing for other skies turns me,and I h
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