a tram named … No Name – Un tram che si chiama … Nonsichiama – Un tramvai numit …nenumit

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Today I didn’t live my dosage of bitter nostalgia
necessarily bitter
I didn’t drink enough of my woman, no debt collector rang my door bell, and so,
for a while, I can get out of myself and imagine the wood plank
of a bench in the park on which without a doubt, lovers and bewildered will sit regardless
.
– a sort of summary of the day kills any lyrical attempt
on the way to work, the tram takes me (it would be incorrect to say that I am taking the tram…)
a stop next the maternity hospital and drops me a stop before the cemetery
you would find it an irony, a cynical thing, I am finding it great… when it’s not coming late
and every time I perceive it as a sort of initiation path, the tramcar driver becoming the embodiment of a modern Pythia
what…

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open heart like an open wound – cuore come una ferita aperta – cord deschis ca o rană

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you can’t equip a soul with automatic doors
nor with blinds, around itself the windows are spherical.. in this garden,
like in any other soul, the gazebo wouldn’t need an orchestra,
the whole lost and found again Self sings to another fragment of you
a sort of waste of love and peace that can only be handled by the Heavens
that us, you and I, imagine “as on Earth”, not the other way around…
in this state, look, even the statues can lose their way… in the visible sound

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non si può mettere all’anima delle porte automatiche
né tende, intorno a sé, le finestre sono sferiche
… in questo giardino,
come in qualsiasi altra anima, il gazebo non avrebbe bisogno di un’orchestra,
cantano un intero per il tutto perduto e ritrovato ad un altro frammento di sé
una sorta di spreco d’amore e di pace che può essere…

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