le rose recise portano felicità solo alle ultime mani che le prendono e le mettono in acqua
a riposare
rose recise,
durante il loro viaggio fanno soffrire molte persone
ma non sono da biasimare
e nemmeno le loro spine
grigia notte suburbana
rose recise
rapidi passi di un venditore di rose con un mazzo rosso tra le mani
il silenzio indolente di un tramonto estivo
il venditore di rose viene preso con la forza e gettato in acqua .....
nessuna parafrasi
niente metafore,
solo cronaca,
titoli in fondo alla sezione delle notizie locali
"venditore di rose preso con la forza e gettato in acqua ....."
non c'è bisogno di nominare chi lo ha gettato in acqua
non rientra nell'universo della poesia
nemmeno lo sa, ne si preoccupa o percepisce sentimenti
ma appare soltanto
tra imprecisi titoli nelle notizie locali senza compassione
e sull'acqua fredda e grigia,
insidiose rapide della piccola e grande storia
dove un venditore di rose,
un essere umano
sta cercando di nuotare verso qualsiasi riva sicura
lontano dall'arroganza e dall'odio
qualsiasi riva sicura
dalla paura
lontano
..........
under this gray sky
cut roses bring happiness only to the last hands that take them and put them in water
aside
cut roses,
during their journey they make many people suffer
but they are not to blame
neither their thorns
gray suburban night
cut roses
quick steps of a rose seller with a red bouquet in his hands
the indolent silence of a summer sunset
the rose vendor is taken by force and thrown into the water.....
no paraphrases
no metaphors,
only chronicle,
titles at the bottom of the local news section
"rose seller taken by force and throw in the water..... "
no need to name who threw him in the water
they do not fall into the universe of poetry
they don't even know, care, hear, feel
they just appear
in local news broken titles without compassion
and over cold gray water,
insidious rapids of the small and big history
where a rose seller,
a human being
is trying to swim to any safe shore
far from arrogance and hate
any safe shore
far away from fear
cut roses bring happiness only to the last hands that take them and put them in water
aside
cut roses,
during their journey they make many people suffer
but they are not to blame
neither their thorns
gray suburban night
cut roses
quick steps of a rose seller with a red bouquet in his hands
the indolent silence of a summer sunset
the rose vendor is taken by force and thrown into the water.....
no paraphrases
no metaphors,
only chronicle,
titles at the bottom of the local news section
"rose seller taken by force and throw in the water..... "
no need to name who threw him in the water
they do not fall into the universe of poetry
they don't even know, care, hear, feel
they just appear
in local news broken titles without compassion
and over cold gray water,
insidious rapids of the small and big history
where a rose seller,
a human being
is trying to swim to any safe shore
far from arrogance and hate
any safe shore
far away from fear
Marco Bo
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