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T H E R O O T S O F T H E P A S T

T r a n s l a t e d b y P i n a P i c c o l o

it is time to kill lighting
the light that hides the stars from us
the transparency of killers
the funeral of the language of dreams

I would like poets to be toxic butterflies
monkfish lurking and fearsome
disguised and ready to deceive
the truth bending to outsiders

Heliconidae monkfish of Time
the power of falsehood belies a truth
in them, memories of the future, absence
the oblique gaze on the fixed point of the
Idea

the roots of the past gift us earthquakes

rhizomes and watchful fording and dance
and Mount Aetna, land of apparent death,
my volcano, its lava quasars

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