Tanning Before A Brazillian Wax

moves me ... Gypsy

moves me the ability to express,
words, the cry of the heart.








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Indri LADIES 'AND ME PARO

' A hyena no'a of memory if niancóra
incoconà Pare, and the white vultures soeàdhi
forums daa mascara to the partying, jumping,
between me nudes 'ncora pieni de carezhe.

I ruma e i sbrana e i tironéa chii musi
chii bèchi, chee ongiàte. Tel mé siénzhio
rabióso i sbrèghi dea carne no' i chièta
el rimorso che 'l mostra a chee bestie 'l só cuor

de viéro. Perdóneme 'e mé manie, 'e mancanze,
perdona anca 'sta spèzhie de poesia, se te pòl.
Càtete un cantón che te dàe pase, lontan da mì,
dai me verdi sogni. Pòrtete via i me pensieri.

Raga away 'is radis Ciusa cuss,' I'm folp
intorcoeà to aa plaque. Te mort, I, Rome.
by far than continuous sun, with my well-beneficiary, the
Magoni me. CIAM 'e tó beasts, seems

indriyas ladies' and I parried.

Give MY WORDS

The hyena is not yet the memory / sate father, and the white vultures flew away / out from your face feast hopping / in my bare fingers caressing debtors. / / Ransack and tearing and pulling ones mouth, / those bills, those claws. In my silence / the agony of fierce meat Place / remorse now with his heart fairs / glass. Forgive the fads, failures, / forgive even this kind of poetry, if you can. / Find a dark place to retreat from me, / from my green dreams. Leave you my thoughts. / / This slit so tenacious root, this octopus / clinging to your tombstone. You're dead, you, now. / Let it continue on its own, with my light, love, / my bitterness. Recall your beasts, padre // rendimi le mie parole.

Fabio Franzin