| da Ascolta l'Urlo delle Figlie di Alberto
Sighele |
con i rami fino a terra mi sdraierò sotto il tuo albero con i rami fino a terra per l'abbondanza dei frutti basterà arricciare le labbra allungare il collo e la mano inarcare le reni assaporare i seni oscurerai il cielo come un eclissi con nuvoloni gravidi di pioggia sarà un diluvio di dolcezza e io navigherò scoiattolo stordito dal profumo dei frutti formica persa tra le rotondità nel cesto insetto a passeggio per l'orbite dell'universo i tuoi rami stormiranno come costellazioni ritroverò me stesso all'alba dicembre 96 |
with your branches to the ground under your tree I will lie down with your branches to the ground for the overload of fruit I will only need to curl my lips crane my neck, arch my hips taste your tits with my fingertips you will darken the sky as an eclypse with rainladen clouds it will be a shower of sweetness and I will set sail squirrel shocked by the perfume of fruit lost ant among the round shapes in the basket insect gone for a walk along outer space orbits your branches will rustle like constellations I will find myself again at dawn |
| with your branches to
the ground under your tree I will lie down with your branches to the ground for the overload of fruit I will only need to curl my lips crane my neck, arch my hips taste your tits with my fingertips you will darken the sky as an eclypse with rainladen clouds it will be a shower of sweetness and I will set sail squirrel shocked by the perfume of fruit lost ant among the round shapes in the basket insect gone for a walk along outer space orbits your branches will rustle like constellations I will find myself again at dawn |
con i rami fino a terra |