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Category Archives: poesie in corso

we talked about lives and other accidents

truly consequences of some leap year

moon as scrabbled eggs

escaping sky mute as fire

we could fly

we made an all-out effort

meanwhile bittersweet is mad

almond jelly on cranberries jam

solaces as molten rock

we were lost in puddles

truly yours

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almost done, tears and lily

my empty pockets

my full hands

my feet are joining a brand new slide

they slow down as

a thousand leaves one by one

in the line between choke and breath

every liquor is charismatic

insane red geranium loved and beloved

cozy promenades and sundries on the rocks

take care of me

it’s springtime

anyway

 

once more once take

in the name of change

we apologize for poverty and mud

we appreciate the long lasting sorrow

no grace, Sir

our weakness flew away

switching moments

passing the land

we became the morbid carpet

for slippery hangover

little knowledge and insanity

how long how long we scratch

and we collapse within a smile

the eyelids blaze in the morning cup

abstract constructions but light-hearted

we simply escape and stand again

we glow we glow in the next parties

and hip hop dancers for the rain

one step beyond, another orchid
close at hands bread and cups
pink dye red dye purple dye
do you look for a new dress
warming up legs and ears
one step beyond, across a lattice window
flowers talk about sleepy islands
as passing fire as lighter skin as foolish streets
wet ground or boiling soup
a woman phones up a man crying
moss on the walls and fags around
the elegance of the day still coming
the curfew too along the court yard bike
one step beyond, walking audience we are
as pushchairs on show

nearby

Lay down lay down

silent roses and precious cheeks

greetings in early sun ray

wisdom of several may

there are mountains of worries

mountains of desires

balancing each others,

would you remember

the gate

the fade

the down beats

shocking for us

afro jazz e risalite lente mattutine

passo a passo le vaghe colazioni

la vita degli spaventapasseri nella piega dei quotidiani

fra caffé e notiziari

ci sono residui e prestiti

ci sono finestre che si aprono e poi si chiudono

con gli ultimi valzer mi guardo indietro

costa ancora tanto

non rimanere sotto gli archivi che sono

memorie individuali

cani e bambini hanno simpatie per me

intanto sto facendo sto facendo sto facendo tutto

il possibile da fare

non tralascio che mai

e tutti i demoni notturni e diurni

feriali o festivi che siano

non mollano non mollano

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il buio non è poi così dannoso

non così oltraggioso o criminale

il buio è  morbido

vale l’ultimo vino

valgono le candele novizie

ferme fermissime non ondeggiano

anche loro senza permesso

il buio porta morbido

porta sazietà e ninna nanna

proviamo questo stacco nel buio

del taglio di ogni elettrico affare

della cesura ma mai censura

riprendo ogni gesto

vissuto al centimetro

quella nuvola nera è un ritaglio

nell’ultimo cielo e poi

fino a domani la mattina

come bambini,un sogno o due

acceso alla prima luce

la prima

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