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Il sesto senso

Шестое чувство

Amiamo il vino che beviamo
E il buon pane che nel forno aspetta,
E la donna dalla sorte data,
Che pur se affligge, poi ci diletta.

Ma che fare dell’alba rosata
Lassù in alto nei cieli gelati.
Dov’è il silenzio e la celeste quiete,
Che fare dei versi immortalati?

Non da mangiare, da bere, da baciare.
L’attimo fugge via con rimpianto.
Ci torciamo le mani, ma di nuovo
Passiamo sempre accanto, accanto.

Come un bambino, lasciato il suo gioco,
Segue una fanciulla al bagno,
E, non sapendo nulla dell’amore,
Prova di segreta voglia un travaglio;

Come una volta nel folto equiseto
Gemeva per la sua impotenza
Una creatura viscida, che delle ali
Non sentiva ancora la presenza;

Così per secoli – sarà presto, Signore? –
Sotto lo scalpello dell’arte e del creato
Grida il nostro spirito, la carne si sfibra,
E l’organo del sesto senso è nato.

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Lake Chad

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The Tale of the Kings

"We are the splendid and strong, / Youthful kings, who glide, / Like clouds high in the sky, / Above the mirage of the lands. / / With eternal songs and dances / We erect a new temple. / Let us be drunk with the purple / That surely will stream from its windows. / / A window to...

Masquerade

In barren halls and secluded corridors / Today merry maskers were amassing, / Today in parlors, variegated colors / Like mad whirlwinds, swept through, dancing. / / They snaked about beneath dragons and moons, / Chinese vases were tossed among them, / Torches flamed and lutes strings ...

The Suicide

You let go and breathe deep / With an expectancy of rest, / And for the last time you see / The wallpaper and the carpet. / / From the lip of the patterned goblet / The ruddy wine dribbles; / Painstakingly you wipe it / With a sponge made from coral. / / The shadow of a blush /...

Hyena

Alongside the reeds of the sluggish Nile / Where birds and butterflies flit in the sun, / Lies the forgotten tomb’s rubble / Of a tyrannical and seductive Queen. / / The hazy night spreads deceptions, / White wisps of fog shift through the air / The moon is like a guilt-ridden s...