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Eternal youth


The infant opened his eyes and asked the sky:
who are you mother?
tell me if I am like you.
The sky kept silent and the child started to cry.
turn your face to the woods, my child.
do you see that tree struck by lightning?
How could he keep inside himself the fire and the light?
How many years did it take until he fell broken in two?
how much love, how much beauty, how much truth, how much sorrow?

The child began to cry louder.
Mother, I miss you, tell me where I can find you.
Shut up, my child.
Look over the chimney, what do you see?
The child saw the whitish trail of smoke rising slowly in the air.
At the end of that frolic twist of smoke, there were three stars.
Then two. Then one.
The child covered his eyes and ran inside the house.

Old and frail, the child looks towards the three stars once more
and smiles: and you, my son, you too are like me.

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Today, still alive


They entered my home again, as they did many times since my father was dead in 2005. This time I was sad to see that they took my childhood book of prayers, along with my prayers handwritten by me in childhood. 😦 😦 They also put in my drawers falsified documents 😦 I threw what I could from those objects in the garbage bin after tearing them to pieces.

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lament


it was a world where I was allowed to look on the window
and nothing else
every day I thought to myself that life was a wonder
like all the other things known by good people
being grateful
to have eyes that see and a functional heart amid mortals
feeling so happy

util one day
when some people pulled my hair my feet my belly button
my nipples my heart my intestines
when I was young enough to believe that my life was
granted until old age
the same as I respected others’ lives
or the being and the unbeing
that were supposed to be god to me

but it was only an optical illusion
like the eyes of a child through the steamy window
the happiest child in the world as I used to call myself
because everyone fooled me
to be too clear-headed and sober to never get high on dreams
to believe that life is what it is and never what you wish for
99% pain and 1% joy

no one understood why a woman like me
who wore rags and was brutalized every day
was still loving and trusting people so much
that she hoped they will stop telling her
that she has to carry a too heavy cross by herself

then came the ones who stole the dreams and planted hatred and lies
as foundation for their mausoleums atheneums and universities
it was a black and dry forest
screaming
that it will always be the same
that in the world of primates and other living beings
viruses unicellular organisms and so on
only the fight and the one who has sharper teeth count
because the world of human beasts is like history tells and foretells
governed by powerful and cruel people
and only those who are good die young

now it is seldom raining and the wind calmed down too much
you can hear only the neighbors dusting off small carpets
about half an hour
it is crystal-clear now why I was so happy in the past
because I was raised like this in perfect silence
even though I had only the right to look on the window
to compare the blue of the sky at 9 A.M. with the blue at 4 P.M.
and all beautiful moments passed by like this

but I was obstinate to be myself beyond their unwritten rules
along with other lonely women swallowed as if they were holy wafers
in the world where they say that life is a fight
in the world where such women do not have the right to fight
but are tied to the pillar of shame since childhood

and you can see them how they pour down
sweating crying urinating bleeding alone
until the sky steals from them their last bitterness
damned be the rain

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the Devil


Once the devil had a priceless skin sought after by fancy ladies to tailor their fashionable hats and sandals for literary occult salons. Lately he is not hunted easily, because he has become increasingly cunning. He is no longer the bona fide demon who tempts and punishes only sinners, thus being worthy for respect and substantial remuneration. The devil has emancipated: he learned to steal like forest thieves, including the obedient souls and even the bodies (a second-hand merchandise) of faint-hearted believers, those with mimics subdued by illness or poverty. People still laugh at his majesty without knowing that today it is worse to go to hell than to be in the shoes of Little Red Riding Hood face to face with the wolf.

The devil became immunized, he even drinks holy water like it were double-refined plum brandy. God seems to have forgotten the book of Job and has allowed the cuckold officer to dress more dolled to be smug and presentable, an opportunity of inspiration for some artists who are no longer considered decadent, a different kind of flying superman for dreaming virgins, a respectable individual deserving a good defense in court, nonchalantly present in religious homes or in the parks admiring and photographing beautiful flowers, a skilled actor crowned with laurels on stage and on screen, so it seems that the world has forgotten the old role and the attributes of the character. The devil was desecrated, was demonetized, became more humane and thus more dangerous and unscrupulous.

Following these recent changes, more and more people suppose that making a deal with the devil is a thing worth other’s envy. Everyone thinks that they can fool him somehow, in order to obtain greater advantages at a price as low as possible. It is said that behind a rich man there’s one devil and behind a poor one, two. For those who are wealthy already have a nearby devil that serves their interests. Any intelligent man can see him smiling in family portraits behind the breadwinner. Waiting for the next apocalypse, I really wonder if all souls will fall into the abyss of sin and punishment, as it is written. But what would be the use of it? Since they are happy, carrying the devil inside them as a kind of parasite, or rather as a symbiotic being, and they think that they have lived their lives as they wanted to and enjoyed all the fruits of this earth, while people of irreproachable conduct and morality are left only with the promise of heavens and the belief that the others  suffer because of the gnawing worm inside the apple. I think that really good and honest people cannot enjoy the idea of sinners’ remorse. I still think it is so.

Perhaps the solution would be the rehabilitation of the devil, bringing him back to the original status, changing its public image gradually. But any moralizing eyes (and I do not pretend that I am a moralizer) should be open towards the future. I was always the weak guardian who pulls the little bell’s rope only when danger is very close. In vain or too late.

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