Ropes are falling from the sky
and frozen chains dance round you
It’s a world of knots
to be unraveled in the dark
between a bolt of phosphorus
and one of cries
It’s a tangle of ropes
that defy the scissors’ hands
A comb that gets caught
in an unthinking mane
Another blink of the eye (and then it’s)
I look around myself and all I see is walls.
Even my mirror has become a wall.
On your breasts a skin of wall has grown
My heart, my senses
Reincarnated in walls
And prayers and curses keep on raining down
Evaporating as soon as they touch the sand.
And adverbs, adjectives and words without a sound
Slither away in a poisonous silence
Another blink of the eye
Of the sun I see only its reflection
In iridescent puddles of rainwater
Of the moon I perceive its presence in the dark
In the faraway barking of chained dogs.
My peace is not the lack of war
My peace is the absence of the concept of war.
Another blink of the eye and then it’s…
HERE the original Italian version