Cerri Giovanni, Miraggio, 2002 olio su tela, 100x70 cm
Debilito un istante del mio essere
per risalire all'apice di questa
superficie impalpable.
The human instinct to pride
drag on my eyes
mistaken unconscious
me tinged with misleading fiction.
Shall I ever escape the pain,
quickly and methyl?
Disorders weather intertwine
in riots and wuthering
collide with the housing
of quietly into the night sky
my game to keep quiet.
But if by chance stopped
the rain for a moment,
and sting your throat with a finger
to withdraw the ambiguity
a breath cumbersome,
oh my free animal
mirage of consciousness as a legitimate
breathable
between your instincts?
