Filippo Stella

ti pensa, ma non ti ama
ti coglie, ma non ti sceglie
ride, mentre ti uccide
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As a burgers shooting cannon
In a mouse click.
Who will eat all this passion
In an eye blick?
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It is not her,
But what I think
She were.
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Hundred of children
Thousand of innocent
Hundred thousand of Red Skin
Millions of soldiers:
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To your wedding I will come
As a gentle, polite man.

With the rain, or the Sun
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Not to flee from my neighbor`s dog
Or from my wife's flying pot

Just to die and stop
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Many poems I have read
With twenty words in a line
Fifty lines in a strophe.
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What am I here for?
To read or to be read?
To share my genius,
Or to judge like Linus?
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Ho incrociato la morte
occhi dolci e sospetti.
Ha teso le mani aperte
ma ormai era tardi.
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Catching
The dream before it's gone
Thinking
About one better word
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I met a girl who was alone
She told mer her man was just gone.
I asked her if she would come
With me where other people are.
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To be with her
It's like sitting on a bubble
Above all humans' hells
Above all mind's troubles
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A jewel you were, sure
A boiling chips you are
And your foaming oil
Is burning my skin
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I'll be unwriting
(unreasonably unsleep)
unabout my love
(unloved) .
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What the hell
this ringing bell!
And it's already set
O'clock at seven!
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I am on my chair
Watching boring football match
Drinking not cold beer
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As a wreck
in a no men' sea
there is not so much to do
but, at least you got a shape
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then
someone may find
that little drop
to water our soul
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