Bewitchment

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His soul got hooked to the last bus to Finis Terra
escaping the love, escaping the hate, escaping even the escape

and the apathy

bewitched to forget
flabbergasted in a Brave New World

condemned to be stirred in the broths of Venus
which, sometimes
some times
are like holy water

and sometimes
just are like certain forgettable evenings:
I don't want to see you anymore, my blindness
Borges said

Bewitchment of the oblivion

lament for the Brave New World

and for your grey slavery

and for that Duce who saved you from a building in flames, time

long time ago


Elegy for the day
and for the gray parade, out in the streets

While in the air, between you and between me shined a broken mirror

While in the air, between you and me shined, a broken mirror.


He's got hooked to the last bus to the end of the world
escaping the pain, escaping the joy, escaping even the

strange reality of this world of today.









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