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poems

Carollo Baldassare

Poems

image Baldo Carollo

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I wander in Alcamo
not my flight into the mountains passing the walls deform
districts
piazza Ciullo I note in an old sea port ever
suburbs and my hands have caught fire
sad processions of children praying in cemeteries
the red sun in the night (yellowed keys organ cathedrals of afternoons lighted candles)
as a fire erupted in a thousand syllables
of fire around us fly drunk
crows some real die burned
rivers flowing into me
migrating birds inside me
solitude of courtyards ever seen

the room stacked breaths
councils invisible presences

blue and red flowers have sprung
me in the eyes and wrinkles in my
grows a huge daffodil
but the hands are still on
full of wisps of love groping

the room is flooded with interstices

things get hallucinations

explore unknown lands of distant preexisting

in a convent desecrated - inside of me
countless passages
steps
hallways
salt of votive
dusty wedding dress
corpses hung

dirges clotted small windows to breathe

scale cliffs

stone walls

think saints stare at me in mute silence

drops

chimes made from demonic
Maari


sitting on the floor at the foot of the walls
old tattered
recite sutras

whisper and waves of laughter
yell mantra

implore
blaspheme

chant love songs and rhymes

remember a previous life as a camel
was too old and eventually abandoned in the desert I


then walking slowly with his mouth gnashing sand
followed listless
track
At last
far

oasis where I was born

the drums mie quattro zampe
i miei respiri furono sciamani

buio
svampito
stramazza

sabbia di clessidra
tramutò
nostalgia

2


Il mare ha inondato piazza Bagolino
dentro il Bar Tiffany andirivieni dell’onda
siedono bevono è inverno sono immerso fra detriti
non sento freddo una piccola folla
attende l’annottare un pipistrello svolazza felici
come in un giorno di festa della Madonna
o di terremoto allegria displaced
I see the faces of everyone but family members do not recognize them
deformed monster nostalgia
embrace redundancy of reflections hangs a chandelier
navigation
last time dumb stone

castaway on a raft of shadows
held by

ropes of


words without meaning


and without memory

I

eyes of jellyfish

3



The openers' s steel on the glass table in its impassive

spends millions to nothing
years crumbles essay
inert passive atomic configurations
impermanent
story does not touch the house does not belong to him, nor does it belong to
nothing
not hear the chatter of humans in the room no harm
all'estenuazione
the death over a
this conspiracy of silence flies at the speed of light
with the galaxies are moving away from all
and fly together, but maybe I do not know where
dragged by the current poor pin
cosmo
hisses for a moment trembling in the darkness of the universe does not remain
nothing but a sad useless heroic
laugh in the face of God and do not touch the dead
placed the knife steel
glass on the table to the passage of time as a debris

laughs and fades