La freccia e il cerchio
anno 5, numero 5, 2014
pp. 263-264

Davide Rondoni
Life, Echoes

1.
You are the syllable-bound recovery of life
to the penultimate beat of
the heart

the opening of the hills on the run
which burn me in the morning
when full of debts
I go down to the city

You are a tough love, hard work
of years and tears
tied to the wrist at the steering wheel
love which forgets nothing

and follows me closely like a bartender,
giving a wink to the cashier and saying,
for this man here will it be hell or purgatory now, Beatrice?

It can be anything, I’m not saying or maybe
I’m spitting bent on the counter, but now, yes, thanks to her it is a
deviant, holy time

The city is fierce, yes but it does not devour
all the silence, which sometimes crashes it at night
passing a moony caress on its hard face and
brings back its youth
the flimsy monuments would love music

life, the name that is going to be blown –

You are the white fire I did not expect
the fidelity of the eyes of years
to my heart condemned

a voice that is not only voice, nest sky
empty but finally
a face that is named
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