Il mio segno era rimasto chissà dove, indietro, completamente fuori mano rispetto all’orbita di rivoluzione del nostro sistema. Non avevo fatto i conti con le oscillazioni cui, specie a quei tempi, erano soggette le forze di gravità dei corpi celesti e che li portavano a disegnare orbite irregolari e frastagliate come fiori di dahlia.
My sign had perhaps remained who knows where, behind, completely remote from the revolutionary orbit of our system. I hadn’t calculated the oscillations to which, especially in those days, the celestial bodies’ fields of gravity were subject, and which caused them to trace irregular orbits, cut like the flower of a dahlia.
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