Names Of Parts On Deck Of Sailboat

Long closed message in a bottle

Lungo messaggio chiuso in bottiglia
da stappare o da perdere nel mare


Caro ignoto lettore e resistente
ci tocca forse attendere
in colpevole silenzio che trascorra
pure la presente vergogna
e che ancora trionfino le orde
dei barbari - però che non sia offesa
ai criniti nomadi invasori del già morente
romano impero: furono meritevoli spazzini
come le formiche e le iene sui cadaveri -.
Altri e più perfidi sono i nostri barbari.
E’ giusto restare qui ad attendere
che il presente degrado si sfarini,
attendere resistendo in dignità,
lodando la certezza
delle leggi e ribadendo inerme la ragione?

Vide innumerevoli orrori il Novecento
e toccò il fondo: testimoni
uomini e donne tornati al loro nulla.
E al nulla si portarono speranze,
rimasugli lasciandone al futuro.
Noi - i futuri - coltiviamo
capannoni, hangar, centri commerciali.
Al futuro mandiamo polluzioni
(nel senso francese di inquinanti).
Veneriamo
quei beni posseduti ed esibiti
che, marchiando l’uomo,
shape its being and its nothing.
Sunday in the smaller countries it is customary for many
going to church. And
substance use is all in going, in fact
march toward the temple
sparkling luxury cars, SUVs and threatening
then we're back.
procession of the saint, and gas welding and metal
faith
performed as a weapon - or shield. Human flesh, however,
is weak, precarious, grows
, loves, delights, yields fell.
not shine with a cloth and some ointment.

We are crossing the border for a winter that killed
mimosas, but soon,
disbanded late last snow
return the primroses and daffodils. Check off

more anonymous and humble grass in the cracks asphalt
omnipotent, omnipresent
cement, and stubborn
new leaves on the trees
breathe for us.
And it goes without saying that they will not
instead of men and women in
perdutisi nothing, rise and resistant

poets (even for them we would come true
lie the tombs torn
and Easter).
loomed instead
the new electoral conflict - one that was popular

party will now conflict, rattle home crumbled -.

Who will rescue us?
Maybe someone will come from afar? Without

rights in the fields of south bend migrants
suffer the same violence of turf

that Zappa's old laborers sold to ships.
Who remembers that most of the past and dreams of misery?
And who tells stories to his children?
who sees in the new migrants
those same promises, the same dumb longings?

Dear unknown player and strong, I'm running out even

and I leave the questions:
of this paper I have benefited too.
If you do not like, I entrust my letter,
that is indeed a relief,
fire (you're just a lighter), or abandon it
water (and here just a manhole).
be clear and mild for you at least every sun.
Vale, man, your day is.


March 21, 2010, World Poetry Day / World Day Against Racism

Eleonora Bellini

How Can We Make U Shape Pipe In Blender

The game of the sparrows, Zeina Abirached

swallows The game is an autobiographical comic novel set in Beirut, a city divided by war, in 1984. On a wall reads: "Mourir, partir, c'est le jeu des Reven hirondelles. Florian." The inhabitants of a building threatened by the apartment bombings that brings together all of Zeina, the view point of the whole building more secure. But there are only home she and her brother, her parents are gone from his grandmother and now will not return anytime soon. In a city divided by war does not count the distance short, but the intensity of the fire, cruel, and life-threatening. In the story there are also things of everyday life, the precious vegetables, water scarce, memories and family events, the story of Cyrano that my father read to little children in a move to the next.
"The game of the swallows. Die from back" by Zeina Abirached, Ed Becco Giallo 2009.