ELISABETTA BAGLI

ELISABETTA BAGLI

The Crust Of The World

What is your offer?

Your dream or your shadow?

Your future or your past?

A kiss lost

In the vanishing air of the night

Or the gnashing of teeth

In certainty?

What is your offer?

A memory of soft breasts

On which to languish

Or your dead belly

That has chosen the dark

In which you believed to be

A new You?

What is your offer?

You offer me a suspended soul

On the crust of the world,

A soul who implores mercy

For having finished

Infinity.

Bios

I have gone

Under your blankets,

Opening roads

Beyond the sea

To look for life.

You have exploded

As early spring

Giving me your belly,

Arching your flesh,

Your flesh that will give strength

To other flesh.

The flower is there,

With its roots,

They will grow to get wet

With your colour,

To shout

Their head off to the world.

Indifference

Indifference

Digs deep

In the soul of he who

Does not want to hear.

It desecrates distant love,

The love that no longer has eyes

Or fingers,

But only black rain

To satisfy miserable days,

To nourish a desert

Of mouths without kisses.

ELISABETTA BAGLI