Wednesday, October 20, 2010

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Tales from the border - from officers to Emergency


E 'for sale in Rome (near Laurentina) at
forecourt of the shrine of the fallen soldiers in the camps, in front of Panorama
the price of 13 €.

one euro per copy will be donated by the publisher for the management
Hospital Emergency.

PASS WORD

I anticipate my opening of this poetic
which is a collection of stories written by officers .

(Instructions)

To begin this journey takes
love, uncertainty
curious innocence, the right dose of indecency

need people, companions
the crew of the ship hypothetical
the courage to leave the road
usual, lost in this night
often change routes
always dial
new maps take the hand of those who lag behind
take notes, contacts, to network

no hurry to get
no fear of making mistakes
all that mental and physical disorder
no fear, the wind
of gestures to do.


(Hypothesis of a trip)

are the words to look for
I came here to prevent me from finding


and always know how to get back
emotions incomplete
unfinished dreams, a ways left
cream, fermented
as a traveler who thinks
routes and does not know where to begin

traveler spending the night
the tattoo on his calf
sign on the wall just got
case

deleted message on the sand almost faded

and I am still in love
time after time, layer by layer

that only by
careful patient passes from the passes of our mosaics
personal journey comes


port of departure and all the rest
that harbor below
not to forget who they are, who you are and where from where



want to go to see the sea from the land from the sea floor


the land and sea and air from other air
other sea and other land

which is not always the traveler to travel

is the background to change the contour and along

change the words to the other and the elsewhere
and identity is only those who die and are


to look for the words I came here to prevent me from finding

because it is not always the traveler to travel


sometimes merely look always look like that line

sea that borders on the distant sky and near

caress and slaps the ground, my stay

and in between is everything else that I can not understand

which is not always the traveler to travel
are the words
looking for him, and he does not want to be found


is not always the journey that is limited to travel

there be a return to predispose a transitional

a line in the sun on your skin Let us have a bad


and words is all a try
look beyond horizon
to see and groped
life as a continuous gentle and docile
want to break up, always in other sea
always on the high seas

and that's assuming

start on the road to travel.

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