Stromboli

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I am a priest.
a bright light.
swept by the wind

I’ve chased after illusions
and this and this.
those awful things.

What beauty.
I’ll go alone.
Thank you, Jesus,

This is our bedroom.
It rotted away.
Cuckold – Cuckold.

the proverb goes.
My husband nailed the door shut.
to make the waiting easier.

elevated matrimony
from the lighthouse.
and holy images in his hands,

this desolation, that terror.
My suitcases.
tumbling down to the sea.

There’s nothing to explain.
a little robbery.
This matrimony

Remember when
I was a prisoner too,
with the sewing machine

I want to sew my new dress.
in confession or through prayer.
Help me.

Be sure to write.
in that desolate cemetery
The sea.

Everyone around here leaves.
scratches, and splice marks.
A few stitches here too.

There’s no one here.
I don’t want to die here.
Next to nothing.

Say something.
like a child,
One word is enough

Even the earth is hard.
Come.
Drink it.

They set everything on fire,
You must try to find
if you exist…

Father,
Are you crying?
Maybe.

He made a terrible scene.
Oh, Jesus and Mary.
Why did you kiss

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The Man without a Map

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You see? Nothing spilled!
Nothing out of this world.

She had nice legs.
backbone of human life.

The day before he went missing, I heard the
The same fate awaits me.

There he goes.
but but I can’t help it.

The rope is around my neck…
There’ll be no problems.

Cold, isn’t it…
to work with flammable materials…

The sky is changing colour.
Not familiar at all…

I’ve probably never loved anyone
I overslept.

How his lips moved when he smiled.
and a waistcoat that he forgot,

Liar. You’d like to fuck me.
With pleasure.

Sorry. I have a weak character.
Afterwards, I’ll kill myself.

That’s right. It’s the truth.
that says prayers in his honour.

I have my husband’s savings.
Excuse me for yesterday.

Put on some music.
and I don’t know how to do anything else.

I remember the noise he’d make
I hope you understand that

Look at this. Seems like a ponytail.
I have nothing in the world.

His face was shining.
Be truthful.

Black suits you.
the wife of the disappeared.

It’s pretty, isn’t it?
Suicide?

I think it’s time to tell you everything.
He walked with confidence.

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Red Desert

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The floor seemed to give way.
The bodies… are… separated.
They are neutral colors
my throat, my mouth…

She had a feeling of sliding down
We all suffer from it…
Nature’s colors were so lovely,
Let me tell you…

She left…
Yes, it’s better.
Lower the burners.
about reality…

the seagulls…
I drank them…
I feel…
deeper and deeper.

Do you want to know a secret?
to be an unfaithful wife.
Put it upright.
Come…

She loved that spot.
you’re part of me…
all white.
and the bed moved.

If you don’t say what hurts,
from fall to spring.
then veered…
silently,

had no children.
to listen to the stars.
Not from my husband, no.
who wanted everything.

You can’t imagine my fears!
They form an antenna
Bye, now.
Those are big words.

Come on.
back where we started.
was so sweet.
About the kite.

separated.
like a wall.
and there was no sound.
and the storms of this world.

the South Pole.
a factory in bankruptcy
that guy should be horny.
and the sand pink.

You’re destroying everything.
You wonder what to look at.
Love, please tell me.
to start with a lie.

By now the little birds know.
one of those that braved the seas
As a child,
when the sun went down.

Love…
We’re going to burn it all, yes.
Everything hurts…
my eyes,

I dreamt…
looked like flesh.
here, around me…
of being always about to drown…

so, I’m leaving.
My eyes are wet, I think.
I can’t look at the sea for long and…
it’s true that I want to make love.

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Alice in the Cities

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Do you have a girlfriend?
old houses are being torn down.
Yes, I have.
for that honorable task.

to fill up the tank.
to take the girl
proof you still exist.
I’d watch that barbarous television.

I’ll read you a story.
About images and signs.
I remembered
for a long time now.

Do you leave a light on
for two years.
somewhere else.
the child there yourself.

and that I’ve got nothing
all sense of your own self.
until they reached the sea.
It all looks the same.

The blonde girl is wearing
“Dream.”
I couldn’t close my eyes.
in the long run, my dear.

You could be mute for all I care.
Like house graves.
listening to that vulgar radio,
is a bunch of pictures.

And then I remembered,
Your stories and your experiences
He wants …
Fear.

cry all night,
is about things you can see.
because little pieces of coal
You were simply gone.

No image leaves you in peace.
a rustling in the bushes,
is a bit lower.
These old buildings

Taking pictures
more evidence that it was you
You’re only scribbling away
from last year.

I was often filled
… I photographed
And at the sea
I’m afraid of fear.

if he doesn’t want to lose you.
Waiting for the image to develop,
Above all,
I can’t sleep with you

flight controllers’ strike.
he remembered his mother.
There were trees.
with a strange unease.

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Obsession (1943)

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You kept your promise,
We were all together,
Free.
of being married.
I go to bed
about you.

This time, one year ago…
you looked,
But you must love me
You seem afraid
Death by accident,
for us.

Some things I keep inside.
It’s not just having the baby,
The sea breeze will clear your mind
without realizing
You’ll go boasting
the money is yours too.

I don’t even know myself.
to be alone anymore.
a life insurance policy.
I have worries, all right.
When I think back to the days
says she was holding onto

a big belly.
Made of steel and horn.
You ought to thank God
keeping guard
soon you’ll be free again.
No.

You’re all wet.
something needs to happen
It’ll break overnight.
When I opened my eyes
things I couldn’t even repeat.
Let’s write it that way.

Maybe you don’t love me anymore.
I keep hearing it.
I’m on tour. I’m a dancer.
Give me my ball of wool.
We love each other.
away from here.

It’s waterproof.
The fumes make me sick.
She jumped
This is where I will sing.
by the stove.
In your pockets

Then it’s impossible for tonight.
take off your shirt?
Now I’m bound to her forever.
It will not abandon
but I can’t continue.
for something.

In here is everything
It was such a terrible tragedy.
someone invited you.
asking questions.
Half saints, half crooks.
I saw a lot of blood.

but it’s worse than before.
anything anymore.
I was letting people ask me out.
to make distinctions.
I’m going to sing.
Listen to me.

I’m asking
to forget her first.
to ruin your sheets.
To live like this… dirty, fake.
Each time he touches me
They will put it in the paper.

Perhaps he was pinned down between
very much.
hurting yourselves.
the world looked immense.
alone with you.
I can’t breathe.

You made up your mind a little late.
Balloons. Balloons
Ice cream.
This is life, finally.
The Best Voice Contest.
in front of strangers.

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Funny Games

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Look at her.
Go down on your knees properly.
causing the one you love to suffer.
That’s the joy of sailing,
our communication.

it’s him who fucks her.
It’s not bad, what these boxes withstand.
for something. So pray properly.
unexpectedly this morning
The kiddy wears a pillow case

I don’t know a prayer.
Sorry I hurt you…
No need.
it’ll all be warm by the evening.
For me, the subject is closed.

Gravitation is so strong that nothing
So in heaven, my place may find.
Tell your beloved to pull
four, five, six, seven…
it would be hurting less.

ask her mother.
tormented by ennui and world-weariness,
Take deep breaths…
Before you destroy
If the wind doesn’t change,

Get undressed.
She’ll feel lonely otherwise.
it turns out that one universe is real,
Her body’s really in shape.
are probably still damp.

Me too, I’m a drug addict.
Oh Lord, make me kind.
I should just have been more careful.
Nothing’s going on.
It looks very pretty.

he’s been a queer and a crook.
in unspectacular fashion.
Morning.
It’s a prayer;
It can’t be withdrawn unilaterally.

Without risk, you can’t have a bet,
It does vastly simplify
I think I’ve got two left hands.
weighed down by the void of existence!
little teddy all to herself,

He jumped up on me.
I understand too how it embarrassed her.
It was my mother who divorced because…
That’s why we play ‘Kitten in the Bag’.
Does it hurt a lot?

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The Music Room

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No more music for me.
about her.
No, Master.

I will never come
no seizure,
He couldn’t do it.

I’ve brought your syrup.
Some muchkunda petals.
Blood in my veins.

And the jewels?
A written invitation.
Drawn into a whirlpooI.

The candles are consumed,
The pretty garden has been
In vain, in vain.

Father is very sick.
Everything has been swept away.
In the music room.

that dance called
Devastated
I spent aImost 20 years

You are the son of
Nothing.
on a silver plate

Mother wrote.
He failed.
under deep water.

Lord. It’s dawn.
It’s perfumed.
in your hands.

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