lunedì 1 febbraio 2016

Bones and dreams by Stefano Donno


 














The imperceptible whisper grass
It protects the earth defeat
right where he sounded terrible and naive
the disembodied voice of a cumbersome Nothing.
Everything between marshes and rubble lost
a city full of shit and flowers ashen
everything seems cowardly and sad almost insubstantial.
Do not ask anyone if the word
daughter of our soul shine misshapen
as astro between the cracks of a crumbling wall

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