Improvisation

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beyond the glass of the sky
are watching you as a Big Brother
the public to vote and one point you will be announced
in a brutal way: ,, leave the game, you’re eliminated,,
to perform one more episode you will need
to play flawlessly the role of passionate
and to flatter the audience of beyond with the prayers and incense spray

a1improvvisazione
di là del vetro del cielo
lo sei sorvegliato come al Grande Fratello
il pubblico ti vota e in un punto ti sarà annunciato
in modo brutale: ,, lasci il gioco, sei stato eliminato,,
per eseguire un altro episodio dovrai
svolgere perfettamente il ruolo di appassionato
e di lusingare il pubblico al di là con le preghiere e incenso spruzzo

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dincolo de sticla cerului cineva
te supraveghează ca la Big Brother
publicul votează și la un moment dat ești anunțat

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we continue until the bingo or … Earth, a souped-up ball

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Birds forgotten inert
as living statues
leaves plucked from the branch
are motionless in the air that seems to
a compact ice block
Everything is stiff in a crystal
it breathes inside
each in its carcass
thoughts crowded up to the implosion
glued
illegible Post-it
the hologram of the world locked
as a reminder of terror
is a sign that the great puppeteer
rest his hands

in the room often called The Universe
the megaphones have thundered
was shouted line
we continue until the bingo

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Continuiamo fino al bingo o … Terra, una pallina truccata
Uccelli dimenticati inerti
come le statue viventi
foglie strappate dal ramo
immobili nell’aria che sembra
un blocco di ghiaccio compatto
Tutto è compattato in un cristallo
si respira all’interno
ciascuno nella sua carcassa
i pensieri zeppi fino all’implosione
incollati
dei post-it illeggibili
l’ologramma del mondo bloccata
come un ricordo del…

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The poem erected (2)

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You might believe that all illegitimate children
are conceived through photosynthesis
That you could save the love
putting aside for times of eucharis
That suffice it to say words stereotyped
conventional tender
as the prayers in a hurry
You might believe that all the nerves
are plotting in tune with the virtues
to transform them in some way in the vices
and that being a poet is a kind of disability
as a patient who is suffering from a venereal
or a pencil impaled straight in the spine
a finger always superfluous
You might believe that you could become erect, only sitting, first,
a long time humble in the emptied itself
in the end
we keep the word, even in silence
as of the elastic sticks
to scare away stray dogs of fate
and not to lose ourselves in that wandering on who we going

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the erected poem

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I caress the knee of the glass and ask him
how much is jealous
when I forget it in a corner of the table among the texts never finished
and I betray him with a woman
knowing that most of the men kiss the lips of the glasses
looks at me with full of eyes
from the beads somehow tells me
you are looking for the truth in wine
the mystery in the women
and poetry in meat of the paper
a sort of minor trinity
the poetry and the women often it leaves you
and so not his sorrows it drowned as well as the sweet too fleeting
you always come back to me because it’s so
to drink your soul to the last drop
just one thing to keep in mind
,, to let the woman drink from me,
your glass,
is an…

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the emptying

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to shut up from the pen, from the hands, from the thoughts
to simulate to eat bringing the spoon always empty to his mouth
to embrace the air like a mistress replete of desire
to do the steps only into the your shoes until to grow the roots
to see the sky only an antiseptic glass jar
to sniff the absences with both nostrils and learn the their fragrances
to fill up again the world with your self, ash of Phoenix

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svuotamento
per tacere dalla penna, dalle mani, dai pensieri
per simulare di mangiare portando cucchiaio sempre vuoto alla bocca
per abbracciare l’aria come un’amante piena di desiderio
per fare i passi soltanto nelle tue scarpe fino a quando crescono le radici
per vedere il cielo solo un antisettico barattolo di vetro
per annusare le assenze con l’entrambe narici e imparare le loro fragranze

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until the numbness

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you browse floating above the forest of footprints
you cannot you read in them
how much waste of stalking
how much waste of obsession, sex and shopping
might say you’re the wave of water in which threw the stone
called this levitation a life, a fatality, an anointed city
to tempt The Death with flavor already rotten meat
diaphragm it closes, the picture is spontaneous
until to the numbness

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Fino all’intorpidimento
esplori galleggiando sopra la foresta delle orme
non puoi leggere in essi
quanto spreco di agguato
quanto spreco di ossessione, sesso e shopping
potrebbe dirsi che sei l’onda d’acqua in cui si è gettata la pietra
questa levitazione l’ha chiami vita, fatalità, città unta
per tentare La Morte di sapore di carne marcia già
diaframma si chiude, l’immagine è spontanea
fino all’intorpidimento

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Până la nesimțire
străbați plutind deasupra pădurii urmelor de pași

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always the same …something else

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competing with time, I claim to arrive anywhere the first
I have plucking all the cuckoos from the clocks and laugh – I ad hour exactly
at distance of an error in earlier, and also the last place I found
always busy
from today I want to put me a name of the river
being two-thirds water and the rest of intent
I’ll make of the ambitions a boat
but, all the shores are concentrated in the same dial
this time it, the cuckoos to laugh with roar, how an anchor-secondary
bites me by name
Well, I leave it all behind, and I do by my chest an airport
and again I lose; the time never flies at low cost
not remains than to believe me the wind
that always embraces the forest, and the trees
applaud by the leaves, standing ovation
humans…

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