Archive for October 2009
modern saints
There are more saints
in heaven,
are all on the ground.
Perfect men
judge and sentenced
in a 'premature apocalypse,
transmitted to unified networks.
Gifts, talents and abilities
such as distinguishing marks.
As long as the dark silver
darkened the sky and,
as a boomerang,
Who will hit the bad
he vomited
ready to eat in ears
of unnecessary words,
leaving to the ravens
a succulent feast
The journey continues
I read
in your eyes closed,
perceiving
your soul.
I understand
even before you,
what 'you had to say.
I smiled and extended
arms,
to give you my shoulder again.
I'll hold you close,
caressing her hair,
knowing that,
the journey continues.
This morning
I realized,
just
to be alive.
I'm leaving
I thought of being
between lords
and I see only
humble quaqqaraqquà
move in a row
in a direction
drawn from another.
I raise my hat,
I bow
and I go,
where the mind
is still free,
and mouth clean.
Free
I,
the sea,
my sail.
The sun,
the flight of a seagull:
I am free.
08/87
Collision
S'accarezzava practically naked shoulders to give himself a little 'heat.
Raffaella was tired, tired of empty words without hypocrisy, gossip, envy, violence and lack of clarity.
He kept asking what was his fault, but could not find it, had always tried to be consistent with itself, defending people and values dear to her.
What had he done so bad to deserve contempt and hatred of those who considered it until just before the friend and confidant?
He began to hum a piece of the Barber of Seville ... and embrace 'strong.
Confuse her tears with the rain ... to breathe a deep sigh.
He realized that she merivata of loving, and that was basically useless to feel bad for those who preferred to throw mud on him rather than lend a hand.
S'accarezzava practically naked shoulders to give himself a little 'heat.
Your Envy
Perish
of that dark evil
you sow
with both hands
already in the fields'
fertilized
wise donkey.
No music
a dissonance
of intent.
Draw your sword
and faces the duel:
I'm not afraid
to hasten
your end.
Upwind flight
Will not grow '
to descend to a level
I can not hear mine.
I fly,
upwind,
in the wake of the summer
Which brings me away
from one place
no place
I have not understood,
that I understood.
Soulless words abound,
taking me indigestion:
stop being an accomplice
of a childish game.
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