You move pretty as un'Artemisia
rocked by the winds of the east.
Your thoughtful eyes resembled a desert from the golden dunes,
while under the stars of the West for centuries the same hearts sigh Hamlet.
light of sapphire irradiated
wet stone quarries and baskets filled with lemons and ginger.
Place with the vagueness of Pakistan's turbulent spirits.
The nightingale was your ally.
bluest of aquamarines are our tears.
Alessandro Dattilo
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| Benazir Bhutto Karachi (Pakistan), June 21, 1953 - Rawalpindi (Pakistan), December 27, 2007 |
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