A Carmelo Bene, the point of death,
21.09 hours of March 16 2002
fed me with tears nitrite after dusk
Immortality when he stopped at the station of Nothing
in a form that night and the glory went out of his mind
gasp turned into meat as the Word, your look.
was the ABC's of a disease Moorish
to translate the firefly in the night libertine heretical
blackish the songs of your eyes in horror of wax,
the cry of a horse child in its crypt.
snuffed the sky, bones!
Have you harnessed the Grace of the mistletoe,
as skin Magenta and your voice.
The ruff time crumbles ...
your fury in the halls overflow ash
as if death was elsewhere ...
where devils have lost the soul!
where the gods have given the body!
Antonio Sagredo
with an ice cream in hand crows
Vittorio Bodini
regression Salento
With an ice cream of crows in hand
press with your fingers sweet lump of a must,
a crown on my head was buzzing with geraniums plucked.
Tears falling down from the balconies of papier-onions,
down, sticky as incense.
Baroque and sealed like a suffocating coffin was spreading
for the city, false and polite, as a hearse.
In the heat language flowed icy pitch black!
pop a purple ribbons of bright grecoro: HEY! HEY!
English as a round of applause!
But the halls overflowed your liver pus, slobbering ...
rang a reddish green creeping lizard,
bandages, as vanes shook the foehn, including those infected beds
and shining, the heat!
flared at the bedside of my Legions
that verb villain, and in exile, in vain,
sinking in the Song!
But we toasted - I, you and the actor - with a black primitive
as the glasses emptied after each resurezione,
because morete was honored by his delirium!
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