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EXISTENCE

Lucciola mia...

29/8/2009

 
...o stella del mattino
fa lo stesso...
s'allontana
l'arca
la barca
la pancia
con dentro
gli umori
d'amore

io fermo
a far finta
di esser
la spiaggia
che attende
la prossima
onda

di vita
respiro
pesante
gravoso
nervoso
mi mancano
già

ragioni
che spieghino
il vuoto
motivo
del dopo
del poco
che resta.

Felice
rifletto:
non tutte
le amanti
ritraggono
l'ombra
così:

tra il canto dei grilli e parole
di chi ora fa parte di lei.

Denim, and other legends

27/8/2009

 
Tapeless, paperless, I write on solid state support. Not for the convenience, but out of mistrust: organic lacks consistency.
 
So much for the result.
 
 
I have been away, to search for the cause. I return to find it is never far from a weft placed artfully around a sweating flesh. Imperfect, porous and absorbing.
 
We may use cold, ground glass to aid vision, but our subject must always be dust and dirt.
 
 
I write on solid state support. But the movements that catch my eye are not the clockwork it would be pointless to describe. Once freed, life flows where it will.
 
 
I have been away. On my return, I find the rough shell of fabric hanging near the door. Beside it, a tinier version - but hanging with the same gravity.
 
 
Large is leading. And despite the friction, little princess is learning. When times are ripe, she's going to take on the world...

Belvedere romano

17/8/2009

 
Grappoli verdi
viole del pensiero
la pozza d'acqua
innaffiati i fiori.
Giallo
il cielo
i vecchi
il gatto
il pane.

Pungente
l'aceto
l'odore
dei panni
dei nostri
pensieri
come prima di una fuga...

...lontano
il mare
colline
tra colonnine
di balaustra
in terrazza.

Fermo il tempo
in mezzo al
cortile del cuore.

Conoscerti
è stato

un giorno
d'agosto.

Evening falls

12/8/2009

 
The daily tangle of smells and sounds we trample
is what's left: the burnt ashes of this morning's intentions.
 
The cold desert night was always a blessing.
 
A blanket on this nest of neurons.

Spara un fiore

3/8/2009

 
Spara un fiore
con un cannone
arriverá sfranto
senza petali
né senso.
 
La veritá
e parole d'amore
dette gridando
senza capire
pérdono sapore.
 
L'odio sussurrato, certo,
funziona.
 
Volere bene
oltre il limite
di velocitá
di rumore
spegnerá
ogni fiamma.
 
Ti porto
cuore mio
come un cerino
nella pioggia.

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