Antonella Bucci
Miscellaneous
Sometimes
Car that trudges on rolls of asphalt
of a metropolitan afternoon,
under the windows of offices, shoulder to shoulder,
The human river runs relentlessly.
Let yourself go, in the energy we have left...
...towards ever more distant destinations.
Blattering music from the open windows,
/>children of an artificial noise,
concrete sphinxes with writings all over them,
tears of dreams gone bad...
...Sometimes I feel alone, my mouth rusty from the silence ...
...then I remain alone and search inside my chest for the perfect alibi...
...then truly alone, with a torn soul, moldy mind,
sight in a daze I would throw myself into the streets
to shout all my business.
Closed in the black imitation leather seat,
with a totally aching heart
among a thousand posters of socks and Coca Cola
I advance imagining the infinite...
...and I live the nightmare of awakening...
...in painted houses where everything is silent...
.. .with a broken soul, emptied mind, faded vision...

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