Gheruq.QorqXtrajt sandli hamrani Lewn hamrija Ramla Hamra Li honqot sbuhitek f’ritratt lewn l-antik.Gheruq.Qorq
Xeddtu it-Tlieta, nhar festa murtali Tqanqil it-tbahrid Fliexken u baned tifrik.
Newwiltu lil ibni Li tar dakinhar Fil-festa tan-nar, u nbezaq imzewwaq Mal-fdal tal-hadid, it-tberik.
Mxattlek xuxtek hamrani safrani Li gab il-barrani
Mal-bqija ta’ surtek li ngabar minn kmajra Fej kibret lelluxa ghalikom il-hamsa Li nhar ta’ Hamis
Fettlilkom tilghabu Man-nar u c-cekcik.
Minn tant issa jfakkrek Mitruh fuq i
Il treno da CarraraIl marmo scintillante compete con il sole radiante del mattino. Le faccie stanche non hanno ancora preso il caffe’. Nelle cabine chiuse del treno c’e’ aria stra-condizionata, stra-calda. Fermandoci a Massa c’e’ un attimo di fresco che penetra la soffocazione. Il silenzio e’ regnante su tutto il paese che ancora dorme. Tramontano i colori verde, rosso, ed il blu bianchito del cielo. Insieme producono una miscela di energia mattutina che contrasta con le macchine grigie. Mostri technologici dispersi nel paesaggio come parassiti, nutrendosi voracemente su marmo color nebbia nelle cave. E cosi mi sento anch’io,Il treno da Carrara
On a busThis hand can’t help but curse all the books that have been written. Its anger could incinerate all the volumes of paper, emblems of uselessness.On a bus
The pallid face that sits on it thanks the fragments of carbon penetrating the air. Purity lost, purity costs A good hour stuck amid arrays of metal houses. They are moving. We are not.
A stifling atmosphere fills void blotches of cigarette smoke which the heat will soon evaporate. Cease that brain-thumping horn blowing; you haven’t won yet.
BouquetToday is a study world where you’re given books to eat and keep, Ink to drink, and thoughts to be wrapped in when you sleep.Bouquet
When a fit of melancholy seizes your day
it will mark the path towards a bay full of wistful manques feeding on dahlias.
Do not disturb them.
Walk swiftly by so you don’t have to smell their salt cry. If you’re still enough, you might just listen to their bodies’ encounter with infinity. The crashing waves will delicately hide them away.
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