Sunday, August 15, 2010

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Three candy

Tre caramelle che porto in tasca
han fatto più strada del giro d'Italia
doveva esser scesa la catena
senza frenata in volo sulla pista.


Te le ricordi le rosse incartate
croccanti filled with soft cream?
those children who sucked
tempting prize clicking his tongue.


The first is called by my name
yours, as you wrote to ask if
more I would like red or black
first episode.


The second is named after your
the Nameless, none of Odysseus
caravels of Christopher
been without candy.


The third is true and so
Desiata so coveted
denied denied three times
dawn, the singing of a chicken.


For a non-stop
a breath, pulling air already storm
not befit the link to be gregarious and
not won any candy.


the other scanning the horizon
a water bottle full of water
subsided but not the burning thirst
not unwrapped candy.


On the final accelerated
uphill then downhill
one step away from the finish
beans angels no candy.


Three not bring home candy kisses
nor letters of pink apostrophe
but now you say those names were written
were our own.

Saturday, August 14, 2010

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Still

Still
rusty vintage car
creaking in the pistons
the ball to the heart.
I write, simpering
of love joking with the title: Do not die tomorrow without

have read my poetry.
The first stanza: I smile, usually ashamed
brief
following the sound of his words
most of the way, like a prelude to the love theme
playful.
I wanted to write poetry in the verses of silence

tacit assent of absinthe.
of children as we look


plots are missing there.
Occasionally, I smile and laugh as

which ScanTo
in this hide and seek. Of supreme act of madness

who are you who I am

to deny the evidence that led to so much neglect. Still on the sheet

overflows the edge
stains bluish
spreads to dab a caress.
The shame was not your nor
my life is weighing, the utopia of escaped punishment

what you want to end it. The picture freezes

stop, fixed on the verse
interrupted
not die tomorrow, no.

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Le Mans

Corsa magical perfect
yes I know but you can never stop

now reached the point of no return
not probe the inscrutable
where jamming gear?

At a victory palm to palm in his beak
remain

feel equal to that engine on that finish line and
s'ingrippa stride?

Odo metal sounds
odor of burnt oil
pilot navigator
electronics crashed
industrial espionage.

Or the race has stopped
checkered flag
setback to the reigning
hoarse voice on the tower being in

of a diagonal of a horse or donkey?

From riches to rags
from corn sugar
bridle but I run wild in crazy wind

mane rebel red coat you can not tame it.

My number is ten
the beloved captain
you betray me as food fairs
greedy guerrilla
though I am the commander and
you a photocopy.

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Indigo

So come to me ragged barefoot

Only despair
can recognize the love
And sooner or later they will feel the need

When will the
fiction and one expects only the last rites
But really want to play
fifty children of the revolution? Run
skin wither
page which plague wet
Now that pain can become tomorrow
thin terminal
Understand what I mean? Resigned
while invoking
rosaries shelled my sweet Lady

can only bow the knee to dress up is a miracle I remember

promise to take over as manna,
the sky.

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What do you know? Free

What do you know of a life of pimps
gente immonda così infame
che vive solo dietro le sue trame
da elemosinare ossi come cani
Che ne sai tu che vivi nel decoro
oltre una famiglia borghese di facciata
eletta a vile ipocrita barricata
fregiandoti di valor civile similoro
Che ne sai tu di zingare impronte
di nomadi bambini figli di un dio minore
al prezzo di mercato virgineo plusvalore
a padri in leasing macchie di purezza pronte
Che ne sai tu di chi sopravvive agli stenti
con l'affanno del giungere a fine mese
sogni a rate cambiali di utopie senza pretese
voti di scambio proni a dichiarazioni d'intenti
Che ne sai tu di scrittrici pietre nelle tasche
di montagne terroriste seppellite da risate
di mari genovesi testimoni di retate
pesci rossi divorati da piranha nelle vasche
Che ne sai tu di occhi d'antilope nel deserto
predone assetato all'oasi del guizzo animale
illuminato da una verità sacrificale
hai trovato la tua risposta a cielo aperto.

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Alla fattoria degli animali
aviaria mucca pazza peste suina
Al porcile di Pasolini
doppiopetto e cravatta blu
A sagrestane svastiche al braccio
croci uncinate ad anime nere
Al verde marcio d'amare bili
a briciole di kebab intolleranti
Agli aguzzini fascisti ineguali
ai morti rosso partigiano
Al ghigno bianco sciacallaggio
su macerie In quake-hit reality show
pandering yellow marsh mosquitoes in
sands properties of cowardly journalism
fluorescent glare of the only nuclear
genetically modified seeds orange
invisible thread of madness
purple woven by Lord of the Flies
For the gray horizon promises of rainbows
times arc was once the neutral
anonymous faces
unvoiced voices of ghosts ghosts
be that there is no hint of the candy pink love
indelible spot-invissuto
For colors of the painter's brush
falling into black hole of the palette, Free
resist.

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Christmas Eve

Quattro vite spente
Arse vive nel fumo acre
Come ciocchi di ciminiere
Orfani d'un triste Natale

Vetrine sfavillanti d'inutile
Passi gelidi frettolosi
Stringo il caldo manto addosso
L'eco natalizio dei passanti

Ricordi smarriti mi perdo
Alla ricerca di un volto una mano
Chissà se mai videro i portici
L'amato nostro accompagnarci

Vago tra le luminarie
Sulle note di Cade la pioggia
Negli occhi un luccichio
Luci riflesse stelle bagnate.

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Poetry autistic

Tocco di fata non ti rapì del senno
casomai donò una purezza in più
il candore del silenzio sceso a neve
a tacitare il grido dell'offesa
all'infanzia alla follia umana

Danzi sul ghiaccio del tuo distacco
con pattini d'argento
disegni cerchi sulla lastra
lucente come luna su cui sei lontana

Volano fili di brina Wind
no sun can melt the braid

node attributes the breach to the wall than any blacksmith
to melt the heat.

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Euthanasia poetry

If a country has the leaders it deserves
ugly mirror of a people
When surrenders to hate poetry
comes the moment of silence, Poetry
Needless to pearls before swine
That poem is protected in the hermitage retreats
With few wolves that still love
Before he makes cannon fodder
The sea is rough desert
Blizzard of sand between the dunes
his eyes scratched violated
crevasses on glaciers
abandoned villages, the mountains,
Scacco the Queen.

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What's your sign?

It 's a country that is allowed to die
lame on the run from vampires
Regardless of diagnosis prognosis therapy
Oozing a year ago
This pain insinuating invasive
lips lipstick dripping
Rings Lord no more crazy

Nebulae Orbits atropine
a skirt whirling vertigo
The navel of the world flat stomach
With its small neo
That body so loved, adored
Last
Rest serene splendor.

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Piano

Silence is a state of grace,

Start with the breath held in the crying of infants

source of anguish, anxiety to parents,
Indifference posting rejection of the world
alien child on the planet,

Crumbs drain
invisible children who are lost in the woods,

gesture of love in the touch of the night
a confirmation of being alive,

Silence is revolutionary.

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Mona Risa

from the edge of the canvas I enjoy
beyond sincrasia
say human folly has always seemed strange
hair mixed with rice as the bride

t'avvicini If you just wink at you with a smile
rolling
unrolling scrolls codicils
win the hilarious conundrum of joyous.

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Good Spring

The wind rages rises skirts
Whistles hormone raging storm
Flywheel chapels fonts
If the wind whistled louder whistles hours
balls must go
routes yet to conquer the Red Spring
D 'like a crazy love anarchy
against the priests of good governance
For the Prima Donna Vera.

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Mussels

You have your stuff?
Yes, and your
That's just us then echo On a
I
No, I did not write god
Drunken crowds, keep
smoked clicked clicked no
Neptune trident
Loser on a bed of sand
kidney over the shore
Valva oyster tricky
You I deaf mute.

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unknown Things I do not know give

My time to write and I like it I know

Your time for me, I dare not give you up

Someone tell me you are beautiful
need to be loved for someone who does not love
say they are tired
Free Time and come to think of me not understanding

I do not want to understand but love
Hearing voices my not be available for your
then chase
My poetry
Your poetry
If you find time to read it.

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Moths

E 'a butterfly's wings clipped

placed under glass
pinned
I wish it were sunrise to sunset moth
of living
free book
off quiet
Viscidi caterpillars crawling
struscianti
colorless substance
no smell of love
It 's a colorful butterfly wings

light rests
fly away to touch.

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Direction sky

Syndrome child abandonment
Forgot
the nest beetles

Treason against the Constitution of the Republic President

mask fragility of human

posting lion sleeps diffuse light
Panic
held suspended in the air breathing newborn
speechless
Escape any imbalance
disharmony
malignant folly
Search
assemblage point between land and sea
towards heaven.

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Selene

There are no Madonna Magdalene
not
St. Francis patron saint of wolves are not Mother Teresa Maria Goretti
beasts are pointing to the serpent god, Judas
are puppies Moon with the stigmata of Padre
are small drowned Roma
indifference which are not emptied seed
chasm of humanity are not proffer the jump shot limb prosthesis
They are not light intermittently
consciousness are not the myth of Atlas with the weight of the world are not
rutulante Sisyphus on his varicocele
are Nemesis, Selene are.

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Should I flee away
From this my circle

I should shut up voices
Vibrating strings stretched

I should conceal, veil
Lying on curves abundant

Should I force myself statuary
Erect towers, bridges, ditches

I should touch the void
-presences and absences

I should be enough, a finger
uncut rio source profane

I should give the name
why I want you

I should split in God
That we come together.

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Should I might

I could dig the heart
Farne balls for dogs

I could lacerate the soul of your whining
Laughing

I could break the
mind mocking thoughts

I could engrave your eyes tear every
Salt

I could fill the mouth
of honey and gall flies

I could dye the color rusted iron nails

I could creep into the cave
Wild wild sex

I would challenge you to love me
Enjoying your dying.

Friday, August 13, 2010

Herpes Outbreak Hives

Sappho

My friend,

laugh on her breasts withered by time
and petty man or shapeless
che brandiva superbo l’elsa
nel fodero un sol cinto d’ernia

Rimembreremo virginei sapori
velluti in punta di lingua
gocce al succo d’ambrosia
labbra nettate da fini capelli

Intrecceremo mani bocche arti
gambe abbracciate alla vita
vetrine spalancate sul mondo
serrate contratte allacciate

laden alcoves lavish meals
niches in which to conceal grapes
nostrils nibble spices
glasses to fill empty seas

card games will serve ludi
wooden beads ivory towers
beeswax in steel shells
bows arpeggiated chords

reign supreme sovereign
in accordance with the eternal mind beauty
bellied free orgasm
the earth gives birth to the sky.

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karkadé

Eri apricot pulp
sweet velvety on the palate mature
gather honey in the sun

Eri moon red pomegranate
the other half open
star seeds mixed with teeth

Eri wild strawberry Forest
a treasure hunt for the chance to taste the catch you
loosed

Eri wild blackberry brambles
between the purple madness
with the taste of rust in the blood

Eri hibiscus flower karkadé
fascinated me the aroma of his the concave
drop in your navel.

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Astral Travel

with flashes of snake hair
I turn and I challenge you prone
titillated the belly
surrendered to the call
t'avvicini giving fiery feline animal
sides m'avvolgi
chanting rhythm dance tribal drumming
breasts plugs dorsal
wild bush of Africa calls
pools deserts of hunger thirst mood
oasis in which to drown
lions eat gazelles graze
love me still unsatisfied
lying around in cat purring
ram lamb to you now m'odori
adores kissing all
drawings with his finger the route unpunished
paving the way for a new journey.

Monday, August 2, 2010

Glandular Fever Stiff Jaw

Non deve accadere, di Anne Holt

"Oggi la morte è l'unica vera notizia per la gente" afferma Joanne, la protagonista del romanzo "Non ricordo chi l'ha detto, ma è vero. La morte è l'eccitazione più estrema, la più esclusiva..."
Qui la morte è delitto, come in ogni giallo. Delitto gratuito, anche. Delitto come antidoto alla noia. E, se Lafcadio ne "I sotterranei Vatican "commits an unprovoked murder and free, hence the killer even draw and complete a series of crimes so perfect that no investigation is able to find physical evidence or at least some clues. Thus, contrary to what usually happens The culprit, we do not know if more intelligent and prudent or more cruel and criminal, remains free until the last page. And further, because the ending makes us fear new crimes and new cruelty. It makes us tremble before the realization that the truth is hard to say, sometimes impossible, and that a ferocious and triumphant guilty can go free.
And, finally, to defuse a bit ': Jessica Fletcher about someone said that, given that wherever she goes, we beat the dead man to a violent death, perhaps the murderer herself. Jessica Mah The culprits identified by the end confess all. But: what if an author of detective stories would not only identify fictitious plots, but also translate them into reality?

Anne Holt, "It should not happen", Einaudi 2009