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.
Saturday, June 5, 2010
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.
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.
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.
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