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Tuesday 3 March 2009

THE PLACE...IS NOT EXOTIC




























Eight in the morning and this infernal heat,
sweaty- a cold shiver
In the middle of paints and brushes
over an order of finish, which has no end ...
A difficult week
A unpleasant host
walking like a snail
Cats restless, complaining , vomiting, peeing to expel the intruder .
Unsolved problems of inheritance,
my bags up.
Suddenly a torrential summer rain.

... and the place is not exotic.
As Mishima I have dreams of Bangkok.
In Out of Africa I am looking the savanha,
But I am here, in this gummy summer
like those who for years I spent in New York.
Only I am not there.
I am here.
In a place that is neither exotic or developed West
Full of beaches
Fuck you
I'm tired of this landscape


5 comments:

massimo said...

Bella, sono stanco di la neve fredda, penso di andare, ho promesso di non prendere i miei libri

Anonymous said...

Živim u egzotično mjesto i također imaju isti osjećaj.To je predivna poesia.Petar, tvoj obožavatelj

der Gauzibauz said...

Buon Giorno...

Liebe Grüsse//Erika

Sepiru Chris said...

I have so been there.

I wish your lovelies success in expelling the intruder.

ELAINE ERIG said...

Massimo - Nessuno problema portare i libri.kkkkkk

Anonymous- Vi i Hrvati?

Erika- THANK´SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS

Sepiro-I was away yesterday. Tx