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“Let me rest
on your stones”,
the old shell said
to the unexpected rock,
“because the angry sea
tonight
doesn't grant peace.”
“Do rest, shell”,
the rock answered,
“but as a present
you must leave me your house”.
“Then I will leave you, rock”,
the shell replied,
“because I will die
of tiredness
but without a home
I would die before”.

18.2.'13
to all the people who lost their home
The tears
are words not pronounced,
rivers of joy
or floods of pain,
drops of tenderness
whispered to the eyes,
horror and compassion
that cannot keep silent.
The mind
speaks with the mouth,
the heart
with the tears.

9.10.'14
If the life changed us
turning the lake into a desert,
if our love got tired
stripping the tree
of its leaves,
if even the desire
wanted to cry,
the beautiful things
cannot be forgotten.

13.9.'14
Detractors and admirers
of Europe,
I have always heard speak
of economic advantages and disadvantages
in this campaign
but I have never
never
heard speak of ideals.
I thought I was European.
Am I?
And if I am,
what does European mean?

24.6.'16
I would never stop
bathing my eyes
in your skin,
taking it with me
not being able
to see anything else,
an indelible
vision for a lifetime
which, among sighs,
whispers beauty,
kindles
moans of pleasure,
receives
in the gardens of delights
and I cannot see you anymore
because without you
now I'm dying.

10.6.'14
One day the fox
asked the hen
what she thought about the beech-marten,
promising
to keep the secret.
The hen
said that the beech-marten
was wicked
because she wanted to eat her.
The day after
the fox and the beech-marten
ate the hen.

15.1.'15
I'm two years old
and I have many wires
on the arms
they put them
even on the head
and sometimes
on the legs,
I don't understand
what they're doing
but I cry
because it hurts.
I was told
that outside
the world is beautiful
but when do I go out
of this box?
I'm two years old
and I have many wires,
if I were a child
they wouldn't do it
they would cry out
that it's horrible,
you too
would think the same.
But a little mouse
doesn't arouse pity
and when
I shout
with pain
nobody hears
nobody listens
nobody cries.
I would like to be
a child
and yet
I too
have hands, legs,
eyes and ears,
have nose, mouth,
nerves and heart,
and yet
I too
tremble and suffer,
I'm cold,
I'm scared
and I feel pain.
I would like to be
a child
to see
the world
and forget
a box
and many wires.

25.6.'09
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