di Langston Hughes (traduzione di Vincent Baker) What happens to a dream deferred?       Does it dry up      like a raisin in the sun?      Or fester like a sore—      And then run?      Does it stink like rotten meat?      Or crust and sugar over—      like a syrupy sweet?       Maybe it just sags      like a heavy load. Or does it explode? Cosa succede a un sogno rimandato?       Appassisce      come uva al sole?      O come una piaga suppura—      Per … Continua a leggere Harlem