The first thread
I asked to introduce myself to you
not to tell the wrongs they have suffered long
But to enjoy the splendor of the throne
Where can I hide my face My face prostrated
that you have created
There will be nostalgia
I'll keep it hidden long
I know that you would never give up my prostration
And resist the urge to watch it, perhaps only now that ride
put there as an obstacle
Never let your feet will stumble.
The second thread I will talk about the trees whose roots have never left the ground
They grew up in the air that connects our house to the garden
And their branches are twisted around it with precision
And you can already pass through while
Indeed resting your chin on them every time you block
Futile conversations
This is demonstrated by the fact
What also immediately brings to mind
E 'difficult remember the details. The third wire
dancer in a circle of light
does not distinguish the darkness of the stage from the audience
If man does not make mistakes
lights stand out a flight over the heads
When the theater is lighted
light insults
Lights out
The dancer asks confused
Where did the music?
The fourth wire As if she were here
As if it were sitting on the sidewalk and watch the passers
As if one could tell at a
As if all of you were speaking with her at the same time
And when the brawl broke out
All
And she vanished sat on the sidewalk
A call
While a trickle of blood was falling on his knees. The fifth wire
Since attempted murder is a crime
forge new evil in my fist and lick
what cola from his fingers.
The last thread I've been forced into this bag
I have closed the opening with a rough rope
owe me at least not to scream You know I'm not so
severa
Da gettarti, per esempio, dall’alto
O da prenderti a calci
Anche se dopo un po’ mi giudicherai per non aver annodato bene la corda
E ascolterai le lamentele per la durezza del sacco
Perché non è comodo come cuscino
E anche per il tuo continuo movimento
Bene, dividerò con te il sonno
Perché sei l’unico che riesce a svegliarmi.
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