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8 aprile 2008

Doppio

(6 Jan 2008, 08:48)

doppio,
metti in conto
per cento altre volte,

sempre tenere
finestre aperte-

mondo assurdo
mondo assurdo
quando ogni piombo si abbatte sordo
tu ridi

ed io scopro di avere un orecchio
solo per il tuo sorriso,
scopro di essere doppio.

scopro che il tempo non è passato
nel suo correggere,
non è un lago,
eppure! Il suo viso è fermo
mentre mi specchio,

e vi trovo argentina,
trovo antiche ali inchiodate
che sbattono ancora.

Non mi avrà il cinismo dell'era
non confonderò dolore del cuore
e pesi della terra.

Sono doppio e sono salvo,
un equilibrio imperfetto
mi trova sveglio di notte.


Halvhari

Few Pages
(5 Jan 2008, 06:17)
few pages left, pages read while still dark
waiting for the teapot's steam puffs

few pages left growing warmer,
sleep, sleep, sleep little pages,

few pages soaked in few sounds, small things to grow out
of these days.

early as quiet night-scurriers, pages wait and be seen.

these few pages served slow, theirs is the dawn's
welcoming winter, as it checks for a green dot,
it'd witness someone's there, but no, little pages, know
it's still dark.

rolling a cigarette: the teapot's calling
for me to pour more in my cup,
the six o'clock update, the green dot that's not there,
it's only plunged into those pages, peace,
a few left to this night's becoming light,
As a chanceful falling of vest-string, revealing
skins stripped, bare light unseen's there.

as noon will speak, we'll be almost there already,
back in those cover days, when
under was game, under a covenant of silence
we'll be back in the long sleep, little pages,
bear on once more, by the time it's dawn again
someone's call, steam out of teacups,
and be read again, but sleep, now, know
it's still dark.


Halvhari

Purposes, tea-time, SEO
4 Jan 2008, 08:57

Excellent morning teatimes:
one and a thousand night, some few pages

then, war, then,
the horrid discovery
of wrong metatags,
the hammering of SEO,
this wearing game -
and not one man to call,
in this forlorn trench:

the grey icons stating solitude,
left alone in the anger of crumbling ranking.


Halvhari