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my ladies
why did you let your men make you manlike
I don’t think about the beer that you gurgle beside them
nor about the steering wheel the ceremonial pipe
or the new chemical elements
but I think about comfy pants and comfy bras
or boyish haircut
and for God’s sake
even on your face or your eyes there is no makeup

I already know your answer
that man is born as Pygmalion Jesus or Einstein
or any other stupid figure
that the progress of the mankind cannot be stopped
that some good day the face in the mirror will be different
either you’re Snow-White or you’re the evil queen
but for God’s sake
it only them who win
not you

you pretty shrews

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House Painter for a White Heart

I had known a man
for whom women were like strings
a knot instead of head
a knot instead of belly
sometimes confused between one and the other
tightening the knots faster
unwinding them minutely
until the thread was soft and straight
passing it between his fingers
according to his mood
he was dyeing it with nail polish
or typographical ink

if it was raining or snowing
he wasn’t able to throw them away
wrapping them in recycling wax
putting fire over them
they were burning like vigil lamps in a salt mine
gray drops dripping from the ceiling
until the sky was clearing up

I have never met any man like that
boasting he can cry
every time he wished for

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