Sunday, May 30, 2010

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Suns summer


I love the summers in the city without the sea.
bites on the neck of the sun and the shadows of the buildings

embroidering the asphalt.

shuttered,

girls on buses that are not matches,
old who go to cemeteries
to measure the graves,

tourists seeking information from the statues of horses

players waiting to leave,
killers in a dressing gown
the balcony listening to Beethoveen,
the grass
reborn wherever there is peace.

The shadows of the stone houses
cool better.

The lady began to sing,
on his face a principle of love

crossed my eyes transfixed by the joyful invitation.

Erection accelerated
the rattle of madness
and pulled her to me as
loneliness
tightens the margin infinite.

blacks
They split the hair and clothes rushed down the stairs. And as I tried

his tongue on my chest broke out within the last
youth turgid hearth.
Thus began our flesh to tremble
kissing everything that came out of the vestiges.
As long as I unbuttoned his belly and put
all that I could ever give. Your e
my pleasure
slipped on the white marble
exaggerated.

should be the chicken flies undone,
and my hole is still lurking under the patch

remember who they are.


But the love I saw in his eyes that beautiful.

Friday, May 28, 2010

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Shy

Neophyte wanted to portray the face and then beat
anxious

changing thus the move to him in a placid grin jealous

rest of Caravaggio.

E 'I loved
agony of endless fun

idleness of a soft breast.
I lose myself in saying
caves of love overnight
prehistoric
Leopardesco dream.

The music takes the fateful
tears in my heart
tightening the rope
the poet writes. Adagio and Allegro

accompanying senseless

written statements in the galleys of the eyes. No one escapes the dense

Beethoven's failure.

A smile that taxis
hive angular
court and without baggage
resolved love.
can be born a King
the delight of a woman,
Leonardesca a surprise round. Under this gate



expect returns from your battles spinsters

howling contest the hegemony of modern laughter.

serves as my alarm clock or drink
hell.

Thursday, May 27, 2010

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E 'born to confinement,
Poor kid, no father and many
curls.
The wool has grown.
under the belly of the sheep
aping David.

died of sun on the oracle infamous
great light straw
wiped sweat.

Six brothers farm,
Ucciardone a father, a mother
underground
four poles are a world
creased from sleep short.

Sicily and be, be a smoke

do not know how it is turned on and off,
Nzu Tumminia and those who can collect. Why
the island ends in the look
want that too.

David grows,
palermo unknown
shrinks the muscle of honor.
Ammazzari, ammazzari,
well as the local priest
with silence did not wish to deny.

To those nights when your sisters

you passed under the table and you Mustaccioli

gently with his teeth, and pinched it should remember the last brave


under that black helmet and a gun in his hands
Death in your morning stretch
the crowd.

Honor is alive but in prison there is a


proud to have a dead son.

Friday, May 14, 2010

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There was a fountain with jets of water
strange in a city in black and white
a little surprise.
bombs
remit to war as

the avarice of the command are the Machiavellian thinking. And then there are only
coats

bloodied on the sidewalk and people flying from windows or killed before

to 500 °. From
Loggia playing back that roar
bones creaking, and the square
disperses in the rear where

advancing legions of smoke and gray uniforms. Every morning

always begin as soon as possible to pull something.
Among the cars and traffic light poles
condense photographic alchemy. The father

street party for the office of her son who fled
thoughts in the strangest of his hair.
Italicus, Diabolicus
east travel innocent in this country
of Greek carers. Coming
bombs
thirsty for children without teeth.
I wonder if they have visas. Not a
Moro
stopped them and took them where he is expected
one waiting to go. Color
blood is red
the rails to the school gates of a cemetery with

large ditches and humps.
But now he flies to the boom in Palermo,
with twenty years of delay,
for those who never came
there is also little.
Birgi rests silent and Brindisi, which falls on the network suddenly

families entangled in a shroud of us assembled
cases impassable. The Able
Amelio, who was raped in the summer as well
ring in a hospice,
jumps into the air and burning sirocco
Community sciatu to sea, and the miserable
srarria of cummannari.

When one dies it is said, must go forward.
but I loved everything despite
omitted
'm not moving.

Saturday, May 8, 2010

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Ben sees in you that she
walking one step ahead.

A bit of courage, maybe nothing
lipstick, nail sharp

trembling
of suspicion and you show the world

killing the girls with a look that will advance their
tulle.

Scompiglio immaritato
ports on the steps sacred
married in boring file.

Sunday already won
the hassle of a
son to wear.


The presence of a single body that sex
call last question. From

woman or man you go in

scandal that everyone fears
love
which s'esce not healthy. Finally

dispersed
draw desire from the sea, the cargo sold

treat your heart with coins without

sides to honor.

But you never turn your gaze to

who follows you looking for the beauty in the pulpits of the prosecution

that deviates to your pass.

Up to obey
metrics evening of love and shadow

adventure that takes place in
penis tingles.

Friday, May 7, 2010

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to where all pure or elsewhere


dripping under the spirit of a sunset colossal
Rome Rising enlarged

stones on a tray that holds the wind
the modern imperial odyssey.

Well, please

illuminating the slope and deluded flake modesty
defers
man at the point where God wished it to be.

council not sorry dear moon
property
my trade as a sinner
invaginated
altar with flatulence

of nuclear engineers are ready to burn your
sun appears.

There is something, there must be
.

not serve the world
spit of a Saint
to frame Created a
, unsold,
silver.

I need more nights
to understand this world, the silence
army disarmed.

City that the wandering
not that known as the ruins of

save time.

City of grief polar
ending injury
universal.

Where are you,

Too many walls, the
they will not be too expensive and open
s'incomizia
humanism already buried.