I saw the snow lay white
icy mantles,
roads of warming men
one thousand impressions
flaming the fire of red wine. I've seen looks
wait long before indecision,
communion of humanity and instincts.
I saw different people
find a common agreement in the sound of a word,
numb fingers on the maps indicate
dubious destinations. I saw
metropolitan
stops each different
change movement in art.
I've seen galleries illegal disqualifications
between wetlands preserve authentic artists and public exhibitions
fatuous
ostentatious presumptions cheer.
I saw, as from oppression
born alive
colors and emotions against the sword.
I saw faces murder
with outstretched hands to the dead silence
marble
raise the solemn temples of History.
- I heard
my countrymen speak of a country in flames
nostalgia without drinking, I heard
endless din far
effleure slightly soul,
and so far seemed to me that
ground fires that only felt
poaching
of four steps in the snow.
Alessandro
It should be (in the image of a painting
Alexander Rodin)
It should be (in the image of a painting
Alexander Rodin)
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