Female insect with long fingers
12 agosto 2008, 0:57 Log book , Reflections (oni) August 12, 2008, 00:57
Sometimes rearranging the stack of DVDs to whom I entrust my frequent backups gives me unexpected things.
This draft of the poem, which now ritoccherei here and there but I like to play as it was, was in a file of notes dated September 8, 2004.
Sometimes I forget that I also worked on the other in the past. The information I have absorbed almost completely by 1997. That year, a passion born in the middle teens - my first program in GW Basic dating back to 1986 - has turned into my profession. Mixed blessing.
I should also tidy up my notes of semiotics. My photographs. But who gives me the time? Maybe you? No? Not even the few minutes that you need to read my thoughts so far?
Not only man living tips and tricks 
Female insect with long fingers
you weave your logic trapped
on the back of an empty chair
while my meal consumption at night
nutritious and shy and not lavish
half-pack wafer
half a cigarette
half carafe of wine
you will be running after a head
the other escaped the tightrope
from your soft underbelly and Crusader
inverted dimeni your long
languid legs trembling
I count your thousand steps, musician
harp-lute from the body, vibrate
the roar of a draft of air
I adjust the glasses inadequate
the keystone of the face
and I adjust my breath and I Cadenzi
affannandomi while still swallow the wine
hunch and the soft underbelly Crusader
pendulum does not - no, no
ambitions as a metronome -
glissi rather than twisting the hem
less monotonous stretch of your canvas
books and you vibrate and live simply
do not feel any need to come to me
regretting the time you consume
clothes and money: writing
every night
under your dictation
My teacher ...
