The Connectors

Gentle are your touches
As you get together,
Surrounded by people
And Cars

Asphalt not under
Your Feet

Red tail-lights,
Like burning desires,
Are moving by side.

Melancholic sight,
Sleepy eye.
Rumble
Tremble.

Underground of tinkling glass
Lonely static
In a blur crowded bus.

Introduction to The Connectors

"This is for you ,girl,
Those, whose love
I’d never want to know.
Those from whom
I’d never grow.

The golden eye, you are,
Of my morning light
Under a brilliant tired sky
Whom I’ll keep guard
To its still of life.

Never felt your voice,
Neater heard any noise:
Silence and Joy,
In a restless fade,
Trying to be avoid."

Giara Magnetica

Giara: otre di vetro,
Di vento di eco,
Estasi del timpano,
accostato al lucido freddo.
Riascolto del sospiro
-Nastro magnetico-
Lasciato addietro, che
Riesuma i cadaveri del cielo.
Mentre si sperde tremula,
Rapita dalla folata,
La frase tra le labbra,
Quasi non sprigionata,
In un filo di voce...