Made inutily
says goes to Romania to do
shoes and then back to Italy to sell them. Oh Dei
mangiatevi dust
as Hector in the cart
Achilles.
Tell me then how do I buy if I do not work in
your comedy Made in Italy.
Agnes looks through the window looks at me and pretends to cry, then laughs and cries
really, I know, my unfinished
goodbye.
I thought love was abstract
Council of carnal thrills
exchanged kisses.
But it is work, even the one that fills you with hunger
dinners in the expectation of marriage.
is the bill, a lot
infamous
smiles tar
under the wig that produced an old wrinkle
without sound.
Waiter, yes, dear Agnes, blushing young love
pitfalls and confuses me with the hot water back to see me every night
serve those who say they are in Romania.
Do not tell me what beautiful shoes ever, ever
Do not tell me that I am a servant, I feel that I too
abroad
and sold in this country as an advertisement
useless afternoon in a zombie
of Mediaset.
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