The cars crackled the dancing
whirls of the leaves just
missing the void.
The autumn winds
unstitched from the sunset
the blond of our crushed hairs.
Originally posted in Italian on November 22, 2008 at 19:09
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Saturday, November 22, 2008
Autumn
Monday, September 15, 2008
[The suffused silence of all the world sounds]
The suffused silence of all the world sounds
is soft light of clouds on the shoulders of the afternoon
when I open the little cage door
on the compressed sonority of match-birds.
Originally posted in Italian on July 20, 2008 at 16:57
Saturday, June 28, 2008
The cyclist I
The cyclist rests his feet on the wings
the wheels just a thread
balanced on the asphalt.
Sitted head down on the frame
he holds the lost end of the road
rolling up his effort on the pedals.
The life of the man without time
slided by his side as a line
as the instant on the bike tangles up.
Silence you’re going to gather from his hands
he puts all on his legs and than stays
in the long wind tunnel
listening
______/ frrr frrr frrr frrr frrr /
to himself.
Originally posted in Italian on June 18, 2008 at 1:24
Saturday, April 19, 2008
A love supreme in a car full of rage
Red points white squares
tick sticks pinching
now wide ahead – in the neck –
now narrow back – in the rear –
streets squirted of city-black
on the shines of raining saxophones
alternately pressing
keyboards of traffic-lights sprayer:
a shameless jazz rhythm
on the traffic jam of six o’clock p. m.
Originally posted in Italian on February 26, 2008 at 23:54
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