The poems:
Τύχη
Priestess of the temple,
nameless vestal
invoking the benevolence of the gods
believe you there is a time to love?
Even if only to make perpetual existence ...
This is ascertained even among the gods.
There remains the question whether here on Earth is granted
and whether it should pay the price for the remaining life.
Dixit
Not a question of regeneration
reactionary philosophy doesn’t know stasis.
You gave my name to the plant of rosemary
to comb, to the coffee cup.
Mutate from form to form ...
call her double life.
But your philosophy reactionary
does not allow me any epiphany.
I was, "That only" to fill in a single day
your whole life.
“Aestate summa”
Here to silence
gives voice not even a hum
but the smell of growing seed encourages the diggers.
The sun, this time, doesn’t seek the shadow behind the hats
but is prepared to annoy the current patience of bulls
rotating horns and tail.
Red vermilion it is also found in the mountains
the sienna charge its colors.
Remains to be understand how much the King Sun reigns
before a slight coolness lies down,
relief given in tribute of pity.
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You grow in myths and pagan legends
loyal only to what you enjoy.
To me, I always dispose my arms like cradle
to make you less harsh adversity ...
to me, I handle the pen to feed you
and weapons to defend yourself ...
to me, you deny to see you grow man.
Absence
Do not ask me a time to speak,
one to keep quiet.
I do not like the approval.
Legitimize squabbles
is like digging into a basket of garbage.
Man disappears at every word said ...
Unaware to the master
Invisible to the pupil ...
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