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the hidden nail - il chiodo nascosto - el clavo escondido

under this grey and alien suburban sky, as long as I resist

I am the hidden nail between mirror and wall

or that tin man in wonderland

or one of those masks scaring vultures in suit and tie

or a hunter,

though I do not know where and what to hunt

so absorbed I turn and stare to the abstract colors of these abandoned suburbs of the world

and in the darkness I rise

still

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sotto questo cielo suburbano grigio e alieno, finché resisto

sono il chiodo nascosto tra lo specchio e il muro

o quell'uomo di latta nel paese delle meraviglie

o una di quelle maschere che spaventano avvoltoi in giacca e cravatta

o un cacciatore,

anche se non so dove né cosa cacciare

e così assorto mi rivolgo al colore astratto degli abbandonati sobborghi del mondo

e nell'oscurità mi alzo

ancora

..................

 

bajo este cielo suburbano gris y ajeno, mientras yo resista

soy el clavo escondido entre espejo y muro

o un hombre de estaño en el país de las maravillas

o una de esas máscaras asusta buitres en traje y corbata

o un cazador,

aunque no sé dónde ni qué cazar

asì absorto me vuelvo y miro los colores abstractos de los suburbios abandonados del mundo

y en la oscuridad me levanto

aún

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marco-bo
48 / M / Italia
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Sep 7, 2018
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