The Evil

I’ve always been here.
On my skin is written all the history of the world,
my breath is made of laments,
my hands went through billions of eyes,
but my heart has never shed one single tear,
never.
I am a monster.
I nourish myself with iniquities.
Taking advantage of the neighbour is my job,
deceive the naive my art.
Everything I represent is false,
hugely distorted by the thousands of masks I wear.
I have many names, but nobody knows what I pronounce when I stick my teeth into a new victim,
nobody will ever know.
I’ll take it with me
in the coffin,
well hidden from sunlight,
banished forever from the face of the Earth.

That name is cursed,
decomposed by guilt,
infected by remorse,
graven in the bowels of my soul.
I nourish myself also of that.
Of the anguish that you feel when you see a life slip away in silence,
without a whimper, but with eyes screaming with terror,
wide open on the brink of insanity,
looking for a glimmer of understanding.
Can you never forgive me?

Yes, I will forgive you, even if you kill me … especially if you are killing me.

[italian version]

The uncle from America

We live in expectation of being happy
As if were to arrive the uncle of America, to donate us an immense fortune.
We align ourselves to the queue of those waiting their turn,
Ordered,
Complaining every now and then for the burocracy.
Meanwhile time passes,
Inexorable,
Careless of the practices that must be dispatched.
Tic tac tic tac
For those who keep the pace
tic tac tic tac
Today is the day of the pomegranate .
But one day,
Any,
Any at random,
You realize that who is before you
Was once behind you,
And then you realize that the circle is closed,
That slow down the hands of the clock,
That your turn has come a thousand times already
And you’ve ignored it,
You’ve preferred to let another pass.
What a kindness!
How many brotherhood in that gesture!
What a lot of fucking fear!

Enjoy all you can!
Burn your candle at both ends!
It’s not too late!
Carpe diem!

Instead you doing?
You’re sitting on a bench
With the glance hanging from the recumbent head
Like a drop that does not fall,
Which has horror of emptiness,
That shrinks instead of hovering in the air,
Instead of tapering to perfection,
To be merely a drop of water that falls.
Remove your hands from those armrests,
Loosens grip from your inhibitions,
Breathe the polluted air of cities:
It cannot kill you,
Because you are already dead since a life
and did you even noticed!

Remember when you were a child and you cried because you did not know what would become of your teddy bear when you’d be dead?
Yes, I remember very well, I see in your eyes that teddybear:
It’s laughing at you with his smile stitched by barbed wire.

Now what are you doing?
You cry?
Oh for Christ’s sake!
And stop once for all!
Umpf, okay, come on, come here, Yes, I know, I was bad,
We clean these tears once and for all,
Here is your teddy bear, it’s better, right?
Oh yes, much better, come on, nothing happened.
It’s just that sometimes I’ve got to vent too:
This row is endless,
Not even remember how long I’m here.
Indeed, now that I think well,
I realize I’m doing this queue from an eternity that seems infinite.

[italian version]