«The bread’s poisoned and the air’s drunk up. / How hard it is to treat wounds; / Joseph sold into Egypt / couldn’t have suffered more! Under a starry sky, Bedouins, / eyes closed and on horseback, / shape private epics / about the day they’ve lived through. They don’t need in...»
«È avvelenato il pane, bevuto l’ultimo sorso d’aria. / Com’è difficile curare le ferite! / Giuseppe venduto in Egitto / non dovette soffrire nostalgia più forte! Sotto il cielo stellato i beduini / a occhi chiusi, sul dorso del cavallo, / improvvisano libere ballate / sul loro g...»
«Name of yours sounds — bird-in-hand clung, / Name of yours sounds — icily on tongue. / On single-smackingly implosive lips / Name of yours sounds — five caps. / Ball that’s catapulted and caught, / A silveringly bell-clapped retort. Thrown, a stone into tranquil pond — / Sob...»
«Your name is a bird on my palm. / Your name is ice on my tongue. / Your name is a stone in a swamp. / It is a bullet, and a cramp. Your name is an invisible moment / of my lips, / A kiss in the eyes, / My breath in your hold. / Sometimes — a reasonable advise. / Sometimes — sno...»