(To Irene)


Terry
Which date will you put on my stone?
The one of fifteen years ago,
when a strong accident
made my spirit slave
of this inert body?
Which date will you put on my stone?
The one of fifteen days ago,
when somebody decreed
don’t feed any more
this unarmed body?
Which date will you put on my stone?
The one of fifteen hours ago,
when my spirit
has leaved for ever
this frozen body?
Any date you will put on my stone,
I wish it was written on:
“Stolen from the love of her dears,
and condemned to euthanasia of the state
for hungry and hypocrisy”
(Pino Bullara)




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