Mangialibri | Bookworm

Mi rapì
trascinandomi ai sottili,
silenziosi confini della realtà
dove pensieri altrui, indifferenti
ai tempi, ai modi, alle destinazioni,
alle porte dei miei, ospiti inattesi
pronti ad accomodarsi o sparire,
a seconda del benvenuto, per sempre.
Lì, nel martirio
della fantasia costretta all’invarianza,
si giocavano i destini dell’umanità,
la guerra all’entropia, ed io,
mascherato d’innocenza,
pagina per pagina,
lo divorai.

It kidnapped me
dragging me to the thin,
silent edges of reality
where another’s thoughts, indifferent
as to when or how or where,
reached out
to me, like unexpected guests
ready to make themselves comfortable or go,
depending on the welcome, forever.
There, in the martyrdom
of creativity shackled by invariance —
the destiny of humanity at stake —
the war on entropy played out, and I,
wearing the mask of innocence,
page after page,
devoured it.

Grazie, Maurizio!

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