The city dies faster ,long after the cats
have left their unchanging landscapes .
what time is it in your reverie ?
The lethal insomniac who still lurks
after midnight has neither a tomorrow
nor a present moment ...
wizzard of chaos who draws up the plans
for the day after ...
The craftsman mixed the mortar of generation
to bind the concrete of eternity .
Fragil spirale of cathedrals...
Archives of quicklime ,you bear in searing letters
the name of those masters of the earth ,
which is about to open up for one last sulfuric kiss ...
On either side of the strait -Reggio and Messina -
They looked at each other without seeing one another...
No bridge connects them .
Perhaps just a shared faith in the face of disaster ...
It\'s 3 o\'clock .The bodies turn away ,
fleeing the other\'s scent .
denying the oath .
The marital seismograph never lies .
The clock\'s hand freeze at the hour forever .
The sea recedes into the distance ,
lover revealing her poisonous charms .
come and satisfy me .
The daring one set out to steal the treasures offered.
The rock has betrayed .
Only the mud remains faithful .
Messina begs Neptune for forgiveness !
If you walk on water ,you don\'t need a bridge
to reach the promised land !
\'\' Do you know that the angry wave will return
accompanied by the curse child whom no one
recognizes as their own flesh ? \'\'
You\'ll bless those rotten fish rests .
On my computer I draw a breaking line
that always stops where the end decides...
The bipolar seismograph ticking away
commands time to fall silent ...
if you\'re still alive after midnight ,
Listen to the tectonic voice .