Altro che falce pigiama della vita la morte amica — A scythe? Not really. Pyjamas of life, I say, our everyday death.
I am who I was and who I’ll be and who was not but could have been or could perhaps but will not be ( is this the magic soap to wash away regret and lather hope? ) for sure I’ll never be who I should be I am … Essere e Tempo Io sono […]
Like waves of a bay torrent, three by three, they clang along the road the Army steeds; in rhythm, striking, beautiful to see, obedient and compliant on their leads. Grey skies above: a canvas for the mood of Sergeant Doom, while lanky fractal trees are playing tricks and shameless, in the nude, they mock the […]
“È” come un re sull’ultimo gradino della sublime scala dei perché e la sostiene. Ontologia dell’Essere: inizio e fine, unica fonte della nostra verità. — Riflessioni su Sein und Zeit (Heidegger)
Una sull’altra, a chiazze, sul selciato, dormono soffici, d’oro le foglie, forse in un sogno brumoso le coglie il dubbio d’avere un po’ troppo frusciato. Ma è tardi. Ora il ramo, educato all’indifferenza del vento che toglie, tremulo avverte, gelide e spoglie le sue estremità, lassù, desolato. Bianca, la luce dell’alba autunnale tinge di fragile […]
One day in May they told us you were dead, inside a monster called Agusta Bell: “it crashed, there was no chance — no, no-one fled, it burned — but up in heaven, now, they dwell”. Our Mamma froze, she gasped yet she did not shed tears, because the three of us were so so […]
…and what are you doing there aloof, full-leafed, when all the leaves have left?!?