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Il Re giusto

Vista la Cappa porpora bruciata

dalla fiaccola del Mare uguale

e stufo della Corona che porto,

e con essa la prigionia, mi dissi:

 

or ora ** deciso:

lascerò alle fiere le mie stanche carni

ed alla tempesta i Lumi,

conservando avidamente

solo l'impura fiamma che strazia urlò:

"è l'ignoranza che porta al trono",

 

 

o almeno così avrei fatto se la mente

fosse timone dell'anima e il cuore

ridotto da un re assoluto ed invisibile

ad un ratto senza denti e ossa.

 

///

 

Having seen the purple Cape burned

by the torch of the equal Sea

and tired of the Crown that I wear,

and with it the captivity, I said to myself:

 

now I have decided:

I will leave my tired flesh to the beasts

and the Lights to the storm,

greedily preserving

only the impure flame that tears he shouted:

"it is ignorance that leads to the throne",

 

or at least I would have done so if the mind

were the rudder of the soul and the heart

reduced by an absolute and invisible king

to a rat without teeth and bones.

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Written by
AR_the_UNgreat
16 / M / Italy
Published
Apr 17, 2025
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Notes

I'm not a King, I'm a leader

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