Intuition is deeply rooted in bodily senses and the creative act always comes back to them.

All around a carousel of hints, among which recognizing connections.

Sunday, January 25, 2009

Bradyplanefly

Well-deep anguishes
and joys
like dead flies
motionless on the dark water,
on the veil already numbed
by out of range calm.

And laugher is just a rite
concealing private griefs
and boredoms,
which I often painfully ram.


On the background of a silent universe. Bologna, 7th of December 1996

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Sunday, January 11, 2009

Tabula rasa

Warm, hypnotic creak
of halogen oscillating heater.

As for the rest just silence,
With no omens of interruption.

And void, in and out,
sweeping infinite astral expanses.

No fear:
A new exile begins.


Moving to the unknown. Lecce, 12th of January 2003

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Friday, January 9, 2009

In Need of a truce

Glares of a barely perceived sun,
tangles of branches
rejections of dialectics
rise from the breathless chest
and burden on the insult
of my thinking of them.

Holistic systems of thought tend to fail. Todi, 18th of May 1996

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Wednesday, January 7, 2009

Grimaces of a German train

And just remain
along futurist aisles
the fleshy lips,
the smiling mouths of the seats
alternated,
in accordance to the choreography,
to the smug and arrogant sneers
of certain half-shut ash trays.


From Munich to Berlin, July 1996


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Tuesday, January 6, 2009

Fantastic escape to a dream of harmony

Of childhood the timeless plays
let’s renew in this outspread meadow
bright and familiar.

While tender fruits to your lips I offer
a high and bold sun
cheers our joy
which doesn’t know any sunset.

From a fairy you snatched
the loose silk bow
adorning your snow-white back.

A sweet light butterfly
just skims over
my rough chest.

Imaginary turnaround of condition in very rough times, Bologna 2002

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Sunday, January 4, 2009

Some air

Throbbing pain
for the nostrils as well as for the chest
hanging till the spasm
in the black
in the void
from a taut piece
of dark plastic.

Dark is the corner
where the tired eyes loiter
begging the friendlier carpet to save them
from dusty, stifling wicker
in a narrow lightless dining-room.


Your Weltanshaung coincides with your way of breathing, Bologna 5th of May 2000, 1 a. m. 

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