the world is pouring into you
a waterfall
a rush
a once in a lifetime
you drink your usual earl grey
milk, no sugar
under a pile of clouds
you feed your pigeons in squares
and think:
am I too old for this
what shall I wear tonight?
your streets are blushing with joy
like the cheeks of a woman in love
I too am in your blood,
a cocktail of sounds,
I hold a little boy’s hand
and in his eyes,
two blue wide screens,
you slowly open up your robes
and wave
This is what keeps me going
It is my path of knowing,
My essence belongs to me
I'm not bound to pay no fee,
From under my skin I slowly emerge
New-borns from myself I endessly forge,
Fractions of one-second emotions die
One by one in darkness they fly,
Flawless beliefs begin to cristalize
My "I" is non of your concern how it dies!
il n’y a plus d'ombres dans cette agora que la mienne
tel ce nuage amplifié par plusieurs miroirs
qui se tournent toujours vers mon passé
où les anges, comme en une fine bruine, enterrent leur ailes
dans cet hiver amer toujours inachevé
(circular)
there pivots Prima Ballerina
upon her pleated tutu
the alive layer raised the black flag
then
the dead layer raised the white flag
to do the wave
for the grandstand
(centripetal)
the Stadium still-life printing
the fliptomania
hands holding out to cling
to the caterpillar track-pirouette
(centrifugal)
the Merry-Go-Round
was shredding its vertego
Sotto la neve spunta l'agrifoglio,
spuntano le ali degli angeli bianchi,
spuntano i sorrisi delle guance arrossate;
spuntano i desideri di tutti i bambini.
Sotto la neve tra i rami di ginepro:
l'Immacollata Concezione...
il dono è divino e arriva dal Cielo;
è al di sopra di tutti. E' sincero!
Sotto la neve il gelido inverno
sembra un babbo addormentato,
tra migliaia di stelline bianche
che russa nell'eco del silenzio.
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