"A tree in the rays of the sun, a weather-beaten stone, an animal, a mountain, everyone has a life, a story, live, sof
front, facing the dangers, they enjoy, they die. But we do not know why. "(Poetics phrase - H. Hesse).
A poem is a city "
A poem is a city full of streets and sewers
full of saints, heroes, beggars, insane, full of platitudes
and stuff to drink,
full of rain and thunder and periods of drought
, a poem is a city at war,
a poem is a city that asks for a clock,
a poem is a city burning,
a poem is a city under gunfire
its rooms filled with cynical drunks barber,
a poem is a city where God
rides naked through the streets like Lady Godiva,
where the dogs bark at night, and they escape
the flag, a poem is a city of poets, mostly
similissimi together
and envious and resentful ...
a poem is now this city, 50 miles from
anything, the
9.09 am,
the taste of liquor and cigarettes, nor police nor
love walking the streets,
this poem, this city that shuts its doors,
barricade, nearly empty,
mourning without tears, without pity aged,
the mountains of hard rock,
the ocean like a flame of lavender,
a moon devoid of greatness,
a jingle from broken windows ...
a poem is a city, a poem is a nation
a poem is the world ...
and now I put it under glass
because they see the crazy director, and the night is
elsewhere and gray ladies stand in line,
a dog follows the other to the estuary
the trumpets announce the gallows
while small men raving about things that can not do.
Freedom
On my schoolboy notebooks
On my benches and trees on sand and snow
I write your name
On all pages on all pages read
white blood
Stone
paper ash I write your name on the golden
images
Weapons
warriors on the crown of kings I write your name
the jungle and desert broom
nests on eco
of my childhood I write your name
On The wonders of the night
On the days of white bread
season promises
I write your name
On all my blue glimpses of the sun on the pond
undone
Lakeside living
moon I write your name
Sui fields on ' On the wings of birds horizon
The mill of shadows
I write your name
On every breath of dawn
Seaside On the mountain on the boats
demented
I write your name
On The foam of the clouds of Hurricane sweats
The heavy rain and dull
I write your name on the forms
On the bright colors of the bells On the physical truth
I write your name
awakened
The trails on the plazas on the open road
rampant
I write your name
The light that kindled
The light goes off
On my houses gathered
I write your name on
fruit split in two
mirror and my
room on my bed empty shell
I write your name
tasty and tender on my dog's ears pricked
On
On his clumsy paw
I write your name on the trampoline
On my door household items
wake of the holy fire
I write your name on each
meat allowed on the front of my friends
On every hand there is a tendency
I write your name
the windows of wonders
intent On the lips
Above the silence
I write your name on each
broke my refuge
On each of my lighthouse
collapsed on the walls of my boredom I write your name
Lack not want
On naked solitude
On the paths of death
I write your name on
renewed vigor
On the disappearance danger
hope without memory
I write your name
And the strength of a word
I start my life I was born to meet
To name
Freedom.
