Termini h.07.05
The air tickles the sparkling white of the station,
white marble
around is silent and
the sky looks like a blue bottle of soda
the first ray raining from above
opens up, you gently violent - and you let him do
that feeling very uncertain and teeming
almost hesitate I could not describe
something thinner than a sheet of paper
delicate as a garment of satin, silk
and chasing the voices in my head
bleating of lost harmonies of atavistic
synchronicities
speak of peace.
...
Noia
A small ball bounces and you lose no echo
nell'ovatta in
not feel the densely wooded interior of my
in crevices and lunar
tells a story, bored
and again, daccapo
una favola
sulla distanza dalle cose
e la racconta sottovoce
Rimbalza prudente e stizzita
non vuole recar disturbo
e le strisce sul dorso paiono
aridi canali
