Even Now,…. From My Home

Now,
The big grey trees don’t bend over the  whipping north-west wind any more.
Motionless giants mix up themeselves with the time,
Overwhelming with their existence the tediousness of the times.

Hard-working metallic and woody sounds
Switch themeselves to those of the tyres pasted on the asphalt.
And in the meantime obsessive songs,
That the used ear can’t hear any more,
Boast their virility on a carpet.

Silent is the peace of the thought
That waves the certainty,
Ravaged by what is not obviousness
And like a paperweight,
It oppresses the breath
In the unending and obsessive search,
Of the answer that your doubt claims.

Giosuè Marongiu
Maracalagonis, 24^th May 2007
h. 08.44 a.m.

Revised in November 2007

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