(To Irene)
Terry
Which date
will you put on my stone?
The one of fifteen years ago,
when a strong
accident
made my spirit slave
of this inert body?
Which date will you
put on my stone?
The one of fifteen days ago,
when somebody
decreed
don’t feed any more
this unarmed body?
Which date will you put
on my stone?
The one of fifteen hours ago,
when my spirit
has leaved
for ever
this frozen body?
Any date you will put on my stone,
I wish it
was written on:
“Stolen from the love of her dears,
and condemned to
euthanasia of the state
for hungry and hypocrisy”
(Pino Bullara)
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