Saturday, September 27, 2008
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
Business Loan From Dubai
Questa è una vecchia poesia. O almeno avrebbe
dovuto esserlo. Oggi, a rileggerla, mi sembra poco più di una lettera, ma quando la scrissi, diversi anni addietro, ero davvero convinto che si potesse fare poesia con così poco. And I believed that life always finds a way to run down downhill. And I believed in a lot of other things. The propose again a bit 'altered, why not play the part of the intruder. For the moment I have better things to offer. The title is "Unknown Soldier", the illustration that accompanies it is the master Lele Vianello.
Love,
not know how many years have passed on your life .. how many wrinkles on your face. If you live still anchored at the port memories, with the hope that you wind blows away the tears from her face and caresses the blacks
hair. Or if because of those memories will continue to die.
Here Time is stopped at that spring morning, when I, your man a liar, you promised that I would return. Forgive me if you can. Because I could not keep my promise. Why is my pride and my selfishness led me to forget that my life was yours too, my death is also yours.
not know how many years have passed on your life .. how many wrinkles on your face. If you live still anchored at the port memories, with the hope that you wind blows away the tears from her face and caresses the blacks
hair. Or if because of those memories will continue to die.
Here Time is stopped at that spring morning, when I, your man a liar, you promised that I would return. Forgive me if you can. Because I could not keep my promise. Why is my pride and my selfishness led me to forget that my life was yours too, my death is also yours.
And I prayed to God that you sought his winged messenger to the heavens and the earth and bring you my news. But a stern God came to me. And he asked me: "love your God?". And I answered: "With all my soul." "Do you love your wife?". "With all my soul."
"Understand, therefore, as every war is futile and vain as any sacrifice for it?".
"Yes, my God, but with all my heart a thousand times .. still die for my country."
And God has turned his back. And God punished me. And my eyes were fixed for eternity your eyes in tears. And God has willed that my memory was honored to be a grave with my name. But he wanted my sacrifice for the homeland was the sacrifice of all. My name .. the name of all.
"Understand, therefore, as every war is futile and vain as any sacrifice for it?".
"Yes, my God, but with all my heart a thousand times .. still die for my country."
And God has turned his back. And God punished me. And my eyes were fixed for eternity your eyes in tears. And God has willed that my memory was honored to be a grave with my name. But he wanted my sacrifice for the homeland was the sacrifice of all. My name .. the name of all.
Sunday, September 14, 2008
Free Watch Digital Playground
walk around the city like a drunk, as
a deserter. On a crumbling wall O
read "the only 6". is written with a red spray.
I stop watching it. I always thought that the
walls serve to separate, to divide things and
walls serve to separate, to divide things and
people. I was wrong. As always . But it's nice to think
two lives connected by a wall.
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