Journal of Italian Translation

Piazza Nicolai-Merwin-Lecomte-Rosselli-Bigon
the voice is unable to penetrate –
there’s no pulp without thorn
on earth or on the cross,
you still stalk stubbornly
around your outer self,
the tooth is more rotten
in the restructured mouth –
words that someone wanted
to be the sound of their rout
traversing the hollow spaces
of that soul they say is your own
without leaving any trace.
°°°
Leave-taking
Let’s share now one common eternity.
Echo falling from the past
whale beached upon the future,
maybe remedy to an everyday life
such conditional going in peace
at the end of the rite.
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