
The pain
Olio su tela – cm 50 x 50
In a sea of tears,
dotted with ephemeral light shots,
perpetuates the pain,
dense of its weights and of its measures,
thick as the body's blood
or mind.
Infinitesimal as a scratch
or infinite as the death,
penetrate the most hidden of the world,
dell'Anima,
in a rape atavistic and perennial,
without shelter, without justice, without shame
nor dignity.
Outrage emerges as soon as
and lasts for the duration of a bonfire
that the time off.
and while flowers wither,
smiles vanish,
loves and dreams explode
in trillions of splinters
that gangrene lives and parallel lives,
the horizon tilts, bends,
Shrinks
wrapping me in despair.
The moon of a thousand poems lost
breaks down and bleeds of uncontrollable sadness,
trickling through the hair of life,
on the flesh of a child,
on laughter betrayed a brother,
polluting and smearing
hope and joy.
In the name of the very old and helpless,
madness gives birth to pain,
only omnipresent and omnipotent demon,
cloaked blood glittering
of lost or never lived.
Under a sky remote and impassive,
remote and unlikely is another world
on which the pain, simply,
non c’è.




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