Filippo Stella Poems

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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