Al Bano & Romina Power dancing among the snakes

"Time wounds all the heals, he said, and lies are a funny thing
... if they didn't happen to you, she added.

And then I think I evaporated from that room, and sat on the Ocean
and I declared it was mine all mine, with its division of waters
and its shores and islands, populated according to every tribe and gens
and I found myself alone and having no thing
but the steam that grows taller and taller to the elongated Euro west
and its shores and islands, populated by the broad log of the Atlantic family
taller this steam

taller as the night gets closer to the shores of Anhedonia:
see me dancing on the scars: I'm a monstrosity, epileptic, skeptic, Celtic, ecstatic, phlegmatic, un-eclectic, emetic, fetid, gelid, antipyretic, antarctic

ominous, like the blue godless sun flying in the yellow sky
as I daydream it away, until it disappears, to keep my nightmare safe
to keep my beloved suffering intact, and my adored blisters full

is it wonderful?


Fate favours the ones who help themselves -he said-, and drank a long sip of that golden and cold liquor, which ran down across his laughing throat and shiny eyes
diamante o fuego fatuo, fatuous that fire

I possibly wasn't there already. Or anywhere at all


perhaps, in the midday of the world, meanwhile, the putrid cherubim blew his cornet over your provincial head and over my disappearance."































It's a feeling, like a medication I have inside, like a venom that cures, and it's slowly ejected in my vein
like an effluvium flowing in my arteries, filthy

the mornings some times are to-o much, the li-fe sometimes is toom -uch

and the sun is the same old sun that bothered Cleopatra while she sailed on a galleon through the eastern Mediterranean sea after her periodical bath in meelk

deep into her bath-tub, to remove her acne in the lacteal submersion

and it's a feeling, like an assasination I have inside, like a phantom that lures, and it's slowly projected on my shame
like a diluvium raining on my head, guilty:

Welcome to Eu****, meet the papal machinery and the oh la la's from Brussels-Hitler... you are Hitler, too, so it's all fine and fits ok.

Welcome to the zoo of the racism and the flagrant misunderstanding, where the people have their heads square like wardrobes: I am offering bloody spits of my mortality to build the empire, too, I am Hitler, as well.


Because it's a willing, like a damnation I have outside, like a fractured future, and gets slowly infected in my

pain?

Like the odium living in your head, slightly:



This is the terminal sepulchre, my good
this is the place where the foolish pride got fulminated by the terrible and yellow eye called hollow sky:

because here Al Bano & Romina Power danced among the snakes... please understand that nothing else matters anymore now
can't you see the road getting narrower and narrower as we run faster and faster?


Towards the last here. And the last now.