sabato 15 agosto 2009
martedì 11 agosto 2009
domenica 9 agosto 2009
SOLITUDINE
venerdì 7 agosto 2009
A UN AMICO ALIENO
Non avevamo un linguaggio comune
Le nostre culture di origine
erano lontane tra di loro,
pianeti provenienti da galassie diverse
Ma ci siamo capiti.
Non abbiamo bisogno di parole per comunicare
Ci bastano gli sguardi,
Ci basta il pensiero.
Condividiamo qualcosa di profondo e unico.
Difficile da definire.
Siamo diversi nei gesti,
nelle sembianze,
nell’espressione.
Le nostre culture di origine
erano lontane tra di loro,
pianeti provenienti da galassie diverse
Ma ci siamo capiti.
Non abbiamo bisogno di parole per comunicare
Ci bastano gli sguardi,
Ci basta il pensiero.
Condividiamo qualcosa di profondo e unico.
Difficile da definire.
Siamo diversi nei gesti,
nelle sembianze,
nell’espressione.
Eppure quando insieme guardiamo
la luna
siamo fratelli.
la luna
siamo fratelli.
domenica 2 agosto 2009
DEATH
It is easy to speak of death
many men of thought do so
but to die is another thing.
Death
an empty word
that means?
What does it mean to die?
Yet it’s there, I feel it
it never abandons me
To live one’s own death
to tangibly feel
the illusion of life
in that fragment that we know.
To face an abyss
to have the courage to look...
is shattering.
The universe
without usual parameters known
no longer has logical connotations,
it is frightening,
no more existence of senses’ comfort,
it is like reliving birth
no longer forgettable
you’ll remain marked.
How can one
live life
as if eternal
pretending to believe
that all this is real?
Death
Life
Two words
two experiences that intersect
indissolubly linked
both part of the Nothing.
many men of thought do so
but to die is another thing.
Death
an empty word
that means?
What does it mean to die?
Yet it’s there, I feel it
it never abandons me
To live one’s own death
to tangibly feel
the illusion of life
in that fragment that we know.
To face an abyss
to have the courage to look...
is shattering.
The universe
without usual parameters known
no longer has logical connotations,
it is frightening,
no more existence of senses’ comfort,
it is like reliving birth
no longer forgettable
you’ll remain marked.
How can one
live life
as if eternal
pretending to believe
that all this is real?
Death
Life
Two words
two experiences that intersect
indissolubly linked
both part of the Nothing.
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