Monday, March 15, 2010

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Mirtu

you vuleva dedicari
na puisitta Accossato Picciriddi
who torches those who do not understand at all
Sugnu
a poet but a sulu tò niputi
among the many who are scattered can munnu.
dedicated CT stasira
peaks seen na fotu
who looked like a dipintu
turnover by nature: there was
Rroggiu u, eu and suli from morning
Sinti OS chimes, eu munnu who susi.
dedicated CT curtitta, no poetry na Rann,
no one who scrivunu chiddi componimentu of the Maistre
the literati, who chiddi di poesia ni capisciunu:
vuleva parrari a cu non ti canusci
di te, di tò biddizzi, di tò cristiani
ma mi scantu di essiri retoricu, di diri cosi già ditti.
Ta dedicu pi ti diri
chi sini comu na fimmina
troppu bedda, e troppu bruntuluna:
non vulissi stari cu idda,
picchì sà chi si ti fà zitu cummatti chi so vizi,
e a pocu a pocu perdi l'amuri: a preferisciu taliari.
Ta dedicu pi ti diri
chi non eni veru chi non vidu i sciarri
chi non eni veru chi non sentu i cuttigghi
chi non eni veru chi non sacciu chi t'à taliari e spaddi
puru cà, chi pari n'angulu di Paradisu,
e pari chi quannu ti criò u Signuri si susiu ca moon was right. Ta
dedicu more you DIRI
Sugnu who does not a poet, not a literature
:
but u broke my choirs quannu Vidu to you, Pais
sdraiatu
above and mountains and seas to pedi.

Sunday, March 14, 2010

622 And Alkaline Phosphatase Levels

's Lover profession

's Lover profession
rummages among the papers of fate upsets plans

accumulates concerns of absinthe
drug
steals the soul of those who may not have
bites as beast angry dreams is not able to get jealous of other people's happiness

's Lover profession
nonsense settles into the recesses of the heart
promises without keeping
runs while chasing
says and does not say
not know honesty knows no morality

not know
immorality destroys lives and then escapes
pants and languidly in the darkness of his life alone.

Thursday, March 11, 2010

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Monday, March 1, 2010

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Decimaju


shouting loud thunder Crowd

curves of stars on the country in celebration.

Church prepares to party as tables cunzato
den and the three saints who float in the air while the crowd
.
A slight breeze blows through the town
and the sun bathes the streets
waterfalls and the bright warm
vaneddi.

The band plays marches and freedom, and time passes slowly

ring bells and dreams. I

interested if someone one day away
knock down the three Saints
drunk with wine and weariness
happens to those who get drunk
of seats so close to Paradise.