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TV 2006
10 casualties among the Shiites 20 casualties among the Sunni. Some sorrowful sentences here and there on our globe among noises of forks.
Kamikazes in Israel tanks in Palestine some anxious faces here and there on our globe among refrains of mobile phones.
Refugees without bread shipwrecked stowaways some distressed sentences here and there on our globe among the ads of washing powders.
Then, a cry that makes the Earth tremble. In unison, from Vladivostock to Santiago; 6 billion people, together, with a universal cry with a peak of emotion!
Yes, the penalty of the World Championship has been awarded!
Amazed the Earth spins veiled with sorrow.
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TV 2006
10 morti fra gli sciti 20 morti fra i sunniti. Qualche frase addolorata qua e là nel nostro globo tra i rumori di forchette.
Kamikaze in Israele carri armati in Palestina qualche faccia un po’allarmata qua e là nel nostro globo fra refrain di cellulari.
Rifugiati senza pane clandestini naufragati qualche frase addolorata qua e là nel nostro globo fra gli spot dei detersivi.
Poi, un urlo, che la terra fa tremare. All’unisono, da Vladivostock a Santiago; 6 miliardi di persone, tutte insieme, con un grido universale con un picco di emozione!
Sì, s’è deciso il rigore del Mondiale!
Stupefatta la Terra ruota velata di dolore.
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Driving fast
Driving fast along a long grey road following the white outline of the asphalt, driving fast notch after notch.
Driving fast, in line, faster and faster within parallel straight lines leading to infinity, driving fast, staring notch after notch.
Driving fast towards the dark cloud on the horizon where cars disappear, driving fast swallowing notch after notch.
Driving fast, all together, in rumbling boxes, confined in secret loneliness, driving fast consuming notch after notch.
Driving fast towards unattainable cities, driving fast towards pointless destinations, driving fast polluting notch after notch.
Driving fast, following the outline of time, driving fast in the direction of destiny.
Driving fast, fast…fast!
Up to the taking-off without weight inside an unknown fog without limits, without notches, without directions. |
Correre
Correre lungo una lunga strada grigia seguendo il bianco tratteggio dell’asfalto, correre guidando tacca dopo tacca.
Correre, in fila, sempre più veloci entro rette parallele che vanno all’infinito, correre fissando tacca dopo tacca.
Correre verso la nube scura all’orizzonte dove spariscono le auto, correre ingoiando tacca dopo tacca.
Correre, tutti insieme, in scatole rombanti, rinchiusi in solitudini segrete, correre consumando tacca dopo tacca.
Correre verso irraggiungibili città, correre verso inutili mete, correre inquinando tacca dopo tacca.
Correre, seguendo il tratteggio del tempo, correre nella direzione del destino.
Correre, correre…correre!
Fino al decollo senza peso dentro una nebbia sconosciuta senza limiti, senza tacche, senza direzioni.
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The Great Wind day will come
The Great Wind will come and will blow, furious, in the parched valleys, and will descend, whirling, in the mosques and houses and will grind, deeply, with sharp grains of sand, the long beards and the stern eyes. The Great Wind will come and will tear up, twirling with anger, the cloth lattice masks and will free, fast, the servile and hidden eyes from the dark and ancient cage.
The Great Wind will come and will pull off the sad linen of black veils, hissing crazy cries, and will suck them in dark clouds of complaints.
The Great Wind will come and will race in the skies, madly, those deadly clouds, darkening the arid deserts, up to the mighty vortex of light that swallows and remove the dark monsters of the minds.
Then, as an only lightning, millions of subdued and bent slaves eyes, will be raised to fix, the stares of theirs archaic and grim jailers.
The Gentle Wind will come and will flitter playfully again among loose hair as with the free girls once did, in days gone by.
The day of the liberty will come, and will lift the humiliated eyes, the day of the light will come and will disperse the dark thoughts.
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