RISEN - Self-translated poems 14

"Sara, mi sa che hai pestato un merda"
"Meglio. Almeno ora le pesto, invece di portarmele a letto" (Sara Bini)

And I’m singing a love song on my bones

Old  bones – come together

Old bones – come to me

The wind swept you off

The rain washed you off

Sun, salt, ice

Crackling of deserts

Croacks

the frog

croacks – and then

The Singing:

It’s a voice from the East

Old bones – come to me

Shadows disperse

Air is still

It’s the lonesome time

to rise

myself

My limbs I call back

I gather my skeleton

Inhaling my breath

My muscles I stretch

Bones – my bones

A thrill – start again

Old bones – sing together

Old bones – sing to me

Re-born

Re-dead

A voice from the East

Re-born

Re-dead

I’m rising

MySelf

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