Otto e Mezzo

I love that little purse.
that makes me tremble,
And he’s slowly bleeding to death.
The loneliness of modern man

all those dead things
I put it on my belly when it aches.
I’m putting everything in.
Sleep tight, little creatures.

I went to see those poor things.
tormenting me since last night.
I wish to announce that…
Lying is like breathing to you.

We’re smothered by images,
Stay under the covers.
outside the church.
They look like glass.

Just bare your shoulders
The first cherries of spring.
It’s still a mystery that you’d think of me
He ponders, considers, reflects.

in each other’s arms, naked.
this way for five months.
Here, my notes.
from these poor flowers.

You want a separation.
Fine, just run, run.
Your guiding spirit.
strangled by a great cry

Oh, I’ve lost my pearls.
My cross and my delight.
So many tears, my son,
a poverty of poetic inspiration.

Then his writing became an orgy
but also with deep bitterness.
Tons! 400 tons.
What I hate and what I don’t.

It’s dangerous leaving me alone.
to purify the battlefields.
You make my heart beat
and killed us both.

Destroying is better than creating
distributes the healing water,
of magnetic fields and telepathy.
Breathe in.

Do you hear this singing bird?
who doesn’t love anybody,
Cruel bees, sucking all the life
to find each other.

she’s beautiful, young and ancient,
and your hair will be long,
A velvet purse.
Claudia, where are you?

The moment she touches you
Close your eyes.
and strew the ground with salt,
Finally you’ve spat it out.

The wood is all wet this year.
It rests entirely on sand.
on chocolate wrappers
and love.

how to love.
And how pretty you look.
Iike a cripple who leaves behind
Even a tap-dancing sailor.

Let’s not talk about this anymore.
of the capricious apparitions
Draw the blinds more.
without ever making anybody suffer.

Michael

It’s a shame.
My weak and lowly heart
They’re missing.

I’ll keep my eyes open.
otherwise you’ll get snow in there.
Something as final as the death of a child

heart,
Same as the others,
With sort of flames on the side.

Then we open our presents at four.
with loving kindness.
The knife.

Like this.
One sentence is enough.
Which one should I stick in you?

Ice Age.
is hard to take
Secretly.

missing someone and don’t know where…
Not for a single day
And this uncertainty is often

They’ve given away all your stuff
Over a thousand children
No one wants you here.

Through life’s rocky way
and black slopes, right?
Alone I cannot wander

I’ve found her.
My God, I look terrible.
and this is my cock.

It was hard at first,
I don’t feel well.
I have loved thee with an everlasting

you’re from the same place.
and we realised
He sleeps there.

Red Sorghum

Uncoil belt.
I want the beef.
Do not run.

and the ships are long
of ways to heaven.
She said she loved me stealthily.

listen to him.
When you are in trouble, sing a song.
Cut off his tongue.

Once she lay down, I got the signal.
over 10 years beside the boiler,
What a big red embroidery ball.

She loves me.
and all the doors are locked.
Because everyone knew

Yes, he will never recover.
let’s make the fire as usual
everything was red in his eyes

Cold water
You’ve destroyed my girl
Mine.

She will be painful in the future.
bad things begin to appear.
take the knife

Now you play fucking tricks on me
began to flirt with the muscle man.
It’s awfully dark.

The Return

Cut some branches.
And stay where I can see you.
Maybe he wants to forget.
He’s dead.

I want to spend time with you too.
His eyes are open.
when he gets his knife out.
Closed.

Are you ashamed of calling
there is water all around.
Wash it down.
We’re lost, I’m telling you.

Your father.
We’ll drag him by his arms.
They’re not biting today.
and I was scared.

Bring a jar.
Get the axe.
I have to jump.
Did you pack the camera?

you take us to the waterfalls again.
Turn it off.
Don’t bring the knife.
Nobody. We’ll just throw it away.

I’ll show you the island.
It’s probably 100 years old.
Hold your breath and drink.
I just wanted…

Where’s the jar?
Come here.
Get out.
your bowl sank.

If you’re scared, climb down.
I’ll teach you.
Just a moment.
Nothing.

He just came.
Did you see how quiet he got
Get changed.
Go to sleep.

Bonjour Tristesse

I wish I walked the way she walks now.
I never know what anybody means.
That our happy days were numbered.
I thought I felt a change. Forgive me.

She ruined that beautiful dress.
She allowed us to believe
To sleep in the sea.
for the first time in my life.

We were only kissing.
Two hearts.
One small diamante.
She probably needed air.

Maybe we won’t have to write at all.
Let’s dance in the meantime.
and drown in the sun.
under the table.

For a walk in the woods.
three months ago.
Even with an unwashed face.
made of memories I can’t lose.

material the colour of this water.
Jealousy, the green-eyed monster.
There will be risqué stories
“suicide” to anybody.

Baby needs shoes.
Couldn’t care less.
I wish you would explain
the other side of the rocks.

our old life.
He’s spreading it with flowers.
Great big drops.
In his pocket, unopened.

It’s the idea of marriage
you hand out at parties.
She doesn’t give him a chance
have a weapon against me forever.

in my life.
Love doesn’t depend on that.
It’s an epidemic.
Nothing is.

No lady goes home alone.
But then a young girl’s skin
the last of my sunburn.
lf he marries again, he’s ruined.

Mamma Roma

First love.
Foaming at the mouth.
She’ll be waiting for you.

She’s always crying.
Dark and deep,
He was like a living Bible.

you won’t see me again.
I killed plenty with my sling.
I was always in the hospital.

A stolen tear
had pockmarked his whole face.
Like I ate my own heart out.

what an awful place the world can be.
You’d think it was your wedding day.
the night of deep sighs.

her hair still so black.
But your heart is bursting with rage
They’re cicadas.

A finch.
set you free,
like a lost soul.

Say something.
of the lamentable vale,
a song from the heart?

Look what a jewel my son is.
only pretend to be asleep.
Alone.

This fog rusts your bones.
She’s still so beautiful,
THIS FILM WAS RESTORED

The evil you do is like a highway
towards your father’s voice,
I didn’t even know I was dying.

With a little help from the right saint,
Even stolen goods.
He never refuses

You have to make him forget her,
how women are made.
You could sing mass.

He’s my only child, my only hope.
There’s a black girl who likes me
I dreamt we were

Dreams

…still waiting for me.
the life of the blossoms.
…in my arms.
A slow death is even worse.
We all know that.

It gets inside you…
Firewood mostly.
Death’s calling card.
It’s exciting.
I dumped gallons of milk

CROWS
One hundred-plus three.
are weeping in their sorrow.
You were shot. You fainted.
The snow is warm.

The clouds…
I can’t let you in now.
I can hardly look you in the face.
It’s hard to celebrate such a loss.
So they just scream.

…a one-eyed bird…
But broke my heart…
A girl.
you couldn’t see the stars.
…as if they were miracles.

Your watch is broken.
…I feel that same pain.
We’ve got candles and linseed oil.
No casualties.
But my parents…

their forgiveness.
A nice, happy funeral.
…in this orchard.
The hands are moving.
in bloom once more?

Utamaro and His Five Women

Something bad happened.
Love and gratitude don’t go together.
that’s what the tattooer said.
he has dimples when he smiles.
someone better than me.

I drew on a body that loves and cries,
The final touch.
my skill as an artist.
Bring the materials.
because my hands are bound.

I share your feelings.
But no drawing
Pure blood. So alive.
I’ve never been able to act according to my desires.
I have trouble forgetting it.

5 or 6 days ago.
A whore came to get you.
The Goddess of Mercy?
but she has good sides.
Hopefully it won’t be a double suicide

She had her back towards me.
A really sublime skin.
I feel like a prisoner,
I can’t just smile and keep suffering.
Your portraits of her were enough.

Courtesans are different.
Would you lend your lovely body
and selfish love
to catch their soul.
they’re like angles.

It’s love, isn’t it?
The sentence was hard.
and you won’t forgive me.
The mixing of colors follows many rules.
she’s speaking with a few language twitches.

Even if I become a ghost, I still have something to see.
even the stones in a landscape.
To put an end to a genuine love.
With baby eyebrows when he closes his eyes.
You cast a spell on him

Etchings merchant
I became her slave.
I beware of women.
Two famous beauties.
imagine that you’re very sick

The Lady of Musashino

Hey, you!
Morality is the only power.
Something limpid and clear
That’s what marriage is.

If you tease your body,
Whatever happens between us two…
It’s better to be scared
because you don’t love me.

I think that’s what love is.
to eradicate that part of me.
I’m not sure God exists.
THE END

It’s time for bed.
and filial piety.
you felt something special for me.
you’ll get less of a share.

What are you crying for?
account for all the water
Tell me the truth.
since I last saw you

anyone’s moral stance.
is to concentrate on the body,
without hurting ourselves
Yes, and acorns in autumn.

…a loneliness worse than death.
I believe there’s something
Simple, green, beautiful…
but her heart’s very weak.

The end came much too suddenly.
It’s because of her samurai blood.
Please say yes.
before nightfall.

the village prostitute
patient to the last.
I cried when I got your letter.
M, O, U, N, T.

His munitions factory
of classical music. Listen.
I had all my books sent here.
Clever people aren’t bullet-proof!

The stream by the house
all you’ll do is damage it.
I hear you’re besotted
Why did you agree

because of all these springs.
I don’t want anything.
I’m starting to hate
It’s started raining.

She has no passion.
This led to an erosion
we’d come here to catch cicadas
it’s 150 meters above sea level.

…that I love you.
only exists in your dreams.
No, it’s my birthday party!
It was all so sudden.

“Sea”.
is making me sad.
I wanted a word with you.
… will be watching over you for ever.

I know you’ve been a devoted wife
spontaneous, unforced…
I will be dead.
I thought

whatever happens
If we’re living on a graveyard,
on the radio.
you haven’t been around for a while.

if we swear we’ll always be true
and collect flowers.
It’s all the same to me.
I hope it rains a lot.

Kagemusha

FIRE FOREST WIND
Maybe that is all.
do not pursue that dream.

But now your name
Indeed. All that remains
A shadow cannot exist

Someone plays the flute every night.
and inner perimeters,
into others’ hearts.

Has the wound healed well?
I’ll miss you.
For some reason,

My old wound hurts
that pine tree
I was going to be crucified.

There will be rain and snow.
It will be a sad march home
A serious illness can change

Torture failed to make him talk.
made me careless.
Behave as your heart tells you.

even a man’s heart.
Threats…
I thought the jar contained treasure,

what will happen to the shadow?
They sent a doctor to see
It’s a miracle

This is the sutra room.
no bonfires or anything,
Quiet as a forest.

Remove your mask.
He must feel
The color is like blood,

He was badly wounded.
and dropped a plumb line.
The lord is that mountain.

People gather and scatter.
The castle is now sure to fall.
He must refrain from mounting