PoeticHouse - Il Portale dei Poeti e della Poesia
Pubblicata il 26/02/2006
I’s walking
by the streets
of my sad,
gray-full town

I looked down.
I saw my shoes.
They were dirty.

Shit. (!)

On a tent
of a shop
an huge hungry
white
seagull was
killing an innocent
little pigeon
coloured like
his
city.

the yellow beak
was slowly strangling
the enemy neck.

His death struggle
suggested my
body
this bloody
sentence:

Big bird eats
the
smaller
one
similar

  • Attualmente 5/5 meriti.
5,0/5 meriti (1 voti)

... è la triste legge della natura che si ripete.
Bravo però a rendere quest'immagine in poesia.
saffo

il 26/02/2006 alle 14:33

I think the love can do everything. Maybe it isn't as I have said. But It doesn't matter. I think that it is true....so it is. I like this componiment. But it is so sad.

il 26/02/2006 alle 15:38

grazie, è una scena che ho visto a Spezia l'altro giorno e non so come mai mi è venuta da scriverla in inglese...fose rende meglio!!

il 26/02/2006 alle 20:02

you're right: it is very sad. thank you very much!!

il 26/02/2006 alle 20:04