I kissed you secretly every time you brought rain
in the unknown space between hieroglyphs
your distant breath raised silence
a lateen of blood gliding on heart through the soft snow
I kissed you secretly every time you brought blight
into dark days
I waited for your growing from the stones’ flesh
across the salt that veiled
my past with the same dry tumor
Fliaci travestiti da poeti
burocrati arroganti,
pedanti imbonitori
siete voi i vessilliferi:
portatori d'insegne sbiadite.
L'esser poeti non è un vanto.
E' solo un vizio di natura.
Un peso che s'ingroppa
con paura.
there was a time you didn’t exist
a time even the thought of your existence wasn’t there
there was a time your parents didn’t exist
your grandparents and your great-grandparents were not born
there was a time your ancestors didn’t exist
not even the tribes you’re coming from
there was a time your nation history didn’t exist
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