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Grandpa (cited)

In the eyes still smell of bread, wood
hate dreams that seem to clash
on the wings of a butterfly to the crocus
still steals away your longing for home.

I understand you and I pray every day, cooked by
basilica, with wings of a dove, flies
heat, cramped dining and comfort,
a hand on my heart.

I understand it, and wish to return,
when all is quiet now and everything is asleep,
give strength to your hand,
that day to take you to the stars.

I give you our field of wheat,
new pedals to your bike,
return, I promise, you know, one day,
how many years ago, remember, grandpa?

(Mario Mascapé 1923 to 2010)

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Looking at the actual words that hurt


Hero
and sick,
two callings that are different.


winning horse and crippled
two fates already sealed.

Two notes of the piano, how can you not


hear the inequality of two different keys pressed
vehemently? Two

the scales
one Opima
generous and the other stripped to the bone.
How can you pretend to lie

knowing that they are equal to unity?

Force and eggrezza.
Light and gloom.
Honor and inconsiderate.
Listening and misunderstanding.
Attentions and inquisition.
Tenderness and frown. How can you pretend


knowing lie, knowing

crush on two different keys, however, that this is
equally? How can you pretend


knowing lie, knowing a bit
'
did not know that two weights, two measures are one
injustice?