sabato 10 marzo 2007
shape of mnemonics box
do you hear the scream,
the silence of his steps
the tormented urn of my mouth
wide opened to hear
forgetfulnesses and discards;
just here the door already guards the eyes,
the dense wave that on the windows
is living and calling:
where do you hear sounds, where? - tell me.
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domenica 4 marzo 2007
another little kiss,
a cast added to my soul:
I bring you beyond my eyes;
the eye socket places at a distance
and drags us there where's no way out
except the borderline of the eyelids
removed just a little by sleep.
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tell me, what kind of shape will we have
behind the memories of this house that swallows
all of our things leaves are slashing out;
we'll have little to say with our eyes,
with the length of the lash line that elsewhere
leaves behind and peers our smell.
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