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.
I start putting together colorful pieces of glass, a winding mosaic
reminding me of gaudi
he never saw it but you know lately
he used to lift his glasses up on his nose
with the hand holding a pencil
and he would tell me there’s still time for a walk
let’s have something to eat first
traducere personală a poemului meu "sfârşitul perioadei albastre"
if others slithered between two air columns
the child who had never learned the race was running
as if swimming face to face with an ocean’s wall
his head like an iron ball
dragging the motionless body
only as far as the tethered roots could stretch
when his father carried him on his shoulders
the child felt through his nostrils
how the man’s steps slice the air
how the wind passes close to the ears as if
walking is another kind of flight allowed only to others
a perfectly directed music
Le geste flirteur est un animal domestique cajoleur,
la parole, c'est brandir un revolver
et les années s'éloignant de l'âge de 16 ans
ressemblent aux chatons qu'on veut retenir
du bout du bras.
En fin de compte même un tireur généreux n'est qu'un tireur.
Le visage qui se cache, l'éclat du sabre le trahit
et sur le verre de chaque vitrine
se reflète la ville
en flammes.
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