Baklava after work

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“The last tram” - Francesco Mussi (2015)

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Unnecessary invitations

By Dino Buzzati

I wish you would come to me in a winter evening, and squeezed together behind the window panes, looking at the solitude of the dark and icy roads, I wish we would remember the winters of fairy tales, where we lived together without knowing it.

Through the same enchanted paths we passed in fact, you and I, with halting steps, together we went across forests crawling with wolves, and the same geniuses spied on us from the tufts of moss hanging from the towers, among the fluttering of ravens.

Together, without knowing it, from there perhaps we both looked towards the mysterious life, waiting for us. Therein throbbed in us for the first time crazy and tender wishes. 

"Do you remember?" we will say each other, squeezing gently in the warm room.

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Tear gas

By Vasco Brondi

Rummaging among the most likely futures I just want an improbable future

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Simon Birch - Crawling from the wreckage (2006)

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40 Km

By Vasco Brondi

We will meet tomorrow same rain same sea and the dreams of the survivors in the blue night and full of mosquitoes same trees that move in the wind with the sound of rain

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To reject you at the sea

By Vasco Brondi Your thoughts are often of the same material of the sky of Milan

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Simon Birch - Ulterior Absconded (2009)

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Kamizake Girls

By Vasco Brondi

And if the newly constructed hotels cover the sunsets just don't worry just don't worry

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Simon Birch - Trainwreck (2008)

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Macbeth In The Fog

By Vasco Brondi

Until thirty years you had green eyes now they are even more beautiful now that you have conquered England and a little part of yourself and nothing depend on the alignment of the planets now that you fly in the fog in the dirty air like Macbeth nothing can save you and nothing can reach you In the eyes there are burnings something managed to change you now that you fly over the glaciers over the cities over the deserts you realize that in the disaster the future was always there smiling at us

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Simon Birch - Titanic (2006)

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Cornerstone

By Alejandra Pizarnik

I cannot speak with my voice, so I speak with my voices.

Those eyes were the entrance to the temple, for me, a wanderer who loves and dies - I would've sung until merging with the night, until dissolving naked at the beginning of time.

A song - a tunnel I pass through.

Disquieting presences, gestures of figures that spring to life through the workings of an active language that alludes to their shape, signs insinuating insoluble terrors.

A trembling of the frame, a tremor through the foundation, the draining and drilling, and I know where that thing is lodged - that great otherness of my self, that lies in wait for me to be silenced before it can take possession of me, and drain and drill into the frame, the foundation - that part of my self that opposes from within, that schemes - that takes possesion of my fallowness,

no,   I should do something; no,   I should do nothing at all,

something inside me won't give in to the avalanche of ash that can sweep through my insides with her who is me, with myself who is she and is I, unspeakably different from her.

To swallow the night in its very silence (which is not to say every silence) - a night that's immense, and immersed in the stealth of lost footsteps.

I can't just speak and say nothing. That's how we lose ourselves, the poem and I, in the hopeless attempt to write the things that burn.

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Januz Miralles - Untitled (2012)

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III

By Alejandra Pizarnik

The light of sense goes out remembering your voice before this green celestial mixture, this marriage of sea and sky.

And I prepare my death.

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Januz Miralles - Untitled (2014)

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Eyes Wide Open

By Alejandra Pizarnik

Someone sobs and measures the lengths before dawn. Someone punches her pillow in search of an impossible place of rest.