Sunday, March 14, 2010

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"Ad personam" poetry for the country relapsed

'Without the law, find the loophole,"
if sweating the foxes than once.
Water under the bridge, rusted.
Now the tricks are done by law,
immediately, from son to father,
retroactive as olive trees as colonial landings. Here are spot-
unpunished never repentant members.
omelettes revolt in Parliament.
you rewrite cards that meet horoscopes top secret.
And what do we tell our children, their children, who grins to Europe?
Yes, we are a country in mourning.
morale and future of canvas pants,
shapes to be taken by a dartboard shot, but there
raised before the summer.
There is a place to wet a Latin course?
rescue tests in late May.
We will do as the Romans did, the last witnesses.
In times of corruption, pay off a chorus to the song of certain laws.
the wolf the wolf, like Lucio Dalla.
ad personam Ad personam,
more eco eco alarm on.
Since the sky is heaven,
holds for the accusative.
It is no accident.
welded to certain laws,
to a public official is a stamp on the bottom of a newspaper report.
From Roman times the iron of the Sumerians and the mysteries of the night,
since the sky is heaven,
gravity
to sound accusative is more alert to crime
a scream
booked a dive seized
a scratch on the side
index finger on the mercy of traffickers immunity Capataz.
And what do we tell our children,
their children,
Europe that laughs?
We are not the Civil Defence.
did not want,
do not know the stakes of the killing.
on a plate for charity, on the elections.
For hope, for trial.
A bit 'for one?
One out of everyone!
Shield or bite?
play morra.
We are a country hangs in the balance,
relapsed in being slaughtered by her not to say.
We are a country without a roof for the law,
in a sea of \u200b\u200bsplinters. We
civilian victims of illegal barrels.
We play utopia,
side sliding looks manageable,
we play a few moves in the opposite bank of the rhyme,
the word with the wind in my throat,
democracy, maritime station, democracy,
waste of state
burnt bread harbor silted flight lowered.
This is sin. And the sinners? S
ono to our right as of yesterday.


March 13, 2010 by: http://www.unita.it/news/culture/96159/ad_personam_poesia_per_il_paese_recidivo

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