MATTINO DI GIUGNO, QUALUNQUE *** ANY GIVEN MORNING IN JUNE

 

 

MATTINO DI GIUGNO, QUALUNQUE

Chiome di bionde ragazze nel tiepido sole,
mentre torri petulanti insistono con orologi
a scandire un tempo che non esiste, in realtà,
se non nelle teste a ingranaggi di automi che,
programmati alla Chaplin, felici viaggiano
in casse da morto di latta d’acciaio, su ruote.

Andando anche oggi a creare più ricchezza
per grassi nababbi non natalizi, straricchi
da far scoppiare d’invidia un Paperon de’
Paperoni, ma molto più comici loro, senza
nemmeno potersene accorgere – anch’essi
dei meri automi, solo macchine per fare soldi.
Mentre invece milioni-miliardi fanno la fame.

Eppure, in mezzo alle insipide salme-sardine,
ancora resistono/esistono, improbabili, angeli!

 
 

ANY GIVEN MORNING IN JUNE

Fair maidens’ manes in the lukewarm sun,
towers insistently nagging with clocks,
ticking away a time actually inexistent,
except in clockwork heads of robots, that,
programmed Chaplin-fashion, happily travel
in steel cans intended as coffins on wheels.

Like all other days, to create yet more wealth
for fat unchristmassy Santas, so rich as to make
old Scrooge McDuck simply die of sheer envy.
Only more comical they, not even capable
of seeing this, themselves mere robots, or
money-making machines, while millions or
billions quietly hunger, forgotten, to death.

Yet, in the midst of those corpses decaying,
improbable angels still exist – or only resist!

 
 

 

 

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Prezioso Visitatore che mi leggi, un breve commento, anche solo un saluto, non ti costa che un piccolissimo sforzo, però farà un enorme piacere a me, quando lo leggerò! Grazie di cuore!!   :O)

 

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THOU ART THE REASON WHEREFORE

 

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For the sweetest of all Muses

 

Thou art my morning lark that waketh
My sleepy thoughts with sweetest song;
The morning dew that gently maketh
This weary old heart still beat so long;
Thou art air and the warm sun that giveth
Light and Life, Hope and Love so strong!

 

 

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Precious Visitor, a brief comment – even just a greeting, added below, or a ‘Like’ – only costs you a very small effort, but will please me GREATLY, on reading it! Thank you.   :O)

 

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RIGHTFUL INDIGNATION (AND JUSTIFIABLE FORCE)

 

 

You are like a princess in a fairy tale,
unlawfully imprisoned in a dismal life
that should never be the existence of one
so very lovely, tender, loving creature!
And I feel like that strong, mighty knight
that can save you from all those unnatural,
cruel, forced, compulsory surroundings.
To take you far away, to a life unknown,
but full of joy, of sunsets without sorrow,
of mornings without pain – but only smiles.
Yet I would need to come forcibly to take
you from their clutches, maybe with tanks
and helicopters and every modern weapon
of destruction, only rightfully used here,
my Love – in your case alone – for a just cause!

 

 

 

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