a friend once told me
never ever fall in love with a poet
he'll eat your eyes at breakfast
have your heart cooked for lunch
and in the evening he'll listen
quietly your laments
while drinking a glass full of tears
your tears
now this shit might be true or not
one thing's for certain
i've since written some poems
and always been keeping an empty glass nearby
E' inutile scrivere se non si sente il rumore del vento.
(ogni lettera è un suono, ogni parola è un tono musicale che vibra)
Le parole si possono perdere col tempo,
sotto le foglie secche...
dimenticate.
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Non si può pitturare senza la luce.
I colori devono essere vivi, intensi
(ogni colore è una goccia di vita che illumina...)
[inspired by Wendy Cope’s anthology ‘The Funny Side’ - published by faber and faber]
The sun is nowhere
This summer’s delayed
My throat is like sandpaper
Earth is my head
I read Wendy Cope’s masterpiece and I blabber:
“Will I ever be published by faber and faber?”
The news just announced
Now, at BBC
That people live longer surrounded by sea
“Rubbish” I say and switch of the TV
“I’d live longer only if ff published me.”
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