Archive from marzo, 2011
Mar 6, 2011 - Senza categoria    No Comments



if but … you stop wasting time and do it right
like night and day the old lights are extinguished
and in the middle of nowhere
I clench myself in the flowers of purple flattering words
without a sword the silver rock memories
so surely anchored on eventualities
make me poach
in demotic cosmopolitan culture lights echoes
from the impersonality of poetry insanity