ORESTES

And when the others will feel triumphant over my deed
you and I will cry in front of this gleaming, bloodied
sword, the saintly of glory, we will cry for this ash,
for this dead man, who is succeeded by someone else
covering all his scratched face with a golden, suitable,
reverent mask, useful perhaps for its rough design, to be
used as an example, advice, the people’s enjoyment,
fear of the tyrant, exercise that slowly, seriously
continues history with deaths and triumphs, not with
amazing knowledge (unachievable for the crowd), yet
with the difficult act, the easy belief, thousands
of times annulled and as many times retained,
with tooth and nail, in the soul of man — ignorant
belief that secretly becomes greatness, ant after ant
in the darkness.

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Virgo
The breath of the sea floor
fogged the good weather of the halcyon days
on the moonlit shell of the clam
the might of the speechless time writhes
embarrassed memory
hidden by future glens
spreads like the gleam of a broken moon
shivering roe-deer runs into the vertigo of the forest
searching for a way out

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Eves

No one recognizes me in the dispersing crowd:
the accountant, the postman, bands of blind people,
no one sees that my hands, in the pocket of the coat,
hold a worn out caress.
The store owners lower the rollers
the guy next to me combs his hair
in front of the display window and
this night digs pits for the dead.
The paths of the body are so long that
you can’t refuse the warmth of a cinema;
the fertilizer of kisses isn’t enough
for the moon of your enamoured self
that springs out of the mirror.

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First Speech
As we had almost learned the meaning of a bird’s chirp,
and the secret of the lion’s calling, we chose to reach
the heights of our primeval gods, innocent blood that
drenched the virgin’s lips we kissed, lips that we once
loved to the point of grief, serious teachings upheld by
Herculean shoulders, guideposts we selected before
we reached our first goal: the first village. Übermensch
stood on top of the hovel when the canopy of the sky
was encircled by pitch black clouds then His thunderous
voice bounced onto our ears, as if God sent, as re-enacted
Apocalypse, ‘the longer you dwell in fear,’ He said,
‘the longer you’re slaves.’ His head was raised, as if
to address someone equal to Himself, the blood was boiling
in our veins as we got prepared for the new path of our clan
and we had just started to understand the meaning of this music.

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Shower Feels
I’m in the shower
Touch me, water
Rays of power
Throw me over
It’s ecstatic
It’s so wild
Bathtub, back it
Up, rewind
Release the tension
Down it rains
I know this pleasure,
In my veins
My mind now asks
What did I do?
The feel, so vast
Has come from you

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Parable of the Parable
I’ve got stuck with it
since the first day:
the absolute parable
of the tulip
in the vase
slowly opening its petals
from early morning until
dusk when it folds them
with a soft stirring
and becomes blossom again.
The same yesterday
and the day before.
Fully bloomed
and then close to sundown
a blossom again.
An easily accepted parable
of perpetual rebirth,
perpetual adolescence
the tulip in the vase. Indeed.
On the fifth or sixth day
I noticed
signs of tiredness because
of the blooming and folding
some signs of dryness.
Luckily there was nothing
to be concerned with
and for this I was surprised
on the seventh day
when no blossom or flower
appeared while
the breathless petals
spread over the table.
Then, the poor flower is gone
its preaching is gone
the whole parable too.
Yet, if nothing else
I’ll keep this
new parable.

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Big Procession of Priests and Commoners
A procession of priests and common people,
all the professions represented,
parades through the streets, plazas, and gates,
of the famous city of Antioch.
At the beginning of the impressive grand
procession, a beautiful ephebe, dressed in white
holds up in his uplifted hands the Cross,
our strength and our hope, the Holy Cross.
The pagans, who were so arrogant in the past,
now shyly, timidly, and hastily
walk away from the procession.
Far away from us, far away let them stay
(so long as they do not renounce their error).
The Holy Cross advances. It brings
consolation and joy to every neighborhood
where Christians live in reverence and joy:
the devout come out from the doors of their houses
and in full exultation bow before it,
the power, the salvation of the universe, the Cross.
It is an annual Christian holiday.
But today it is celebrated, look, more elaborately.
At last, the state has been delivered.
The vilest, the detestable
Julian is no longer a king.
Let us pray for the most pious Jovian.

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Aphrodite
Oh, if I could raise
my arm a visor over my eyes
as you entered our room
a flashing Aphrodite as
nature has moulded you: naked and
I was awestruck by your beauty’s
might noiselessly pushing me
into the erotic light
books describe and
dead go through and
I came to my senses
your sensuality’s effusion and
your alive fragrance aroused me
to begged for your wild beauty

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Forgetfullness
With my loving heart I got to know you, wild forest.
I drank your secret fragrance in the kiss of the wind.
I waited to pass through you in the moonlit night
when the airy ghost went through your branches.
I got to know you during my erotic nights, wrinkled
sea as if the forehead of contemplation, my thought
went over you like a caress and your bloomed edge
with the fragrant seaweed would always invite me.
My erotic nights got to know you my beautiful flowers
diaphanous, shaded, colorful like lighted signs.
The heavy dew, a kiss and golden fluff
appeared on your eyelids tightly shut in darkness.
Now, bestowed onto the light of denial and altered,
you show me that I may lose my mind’s path.
Are you truly what I knew well? My beloved
flowers, the silvery sea, thick forest full of pines?

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As Night Falls
In depth, there is always a secret impulse, indescribable,
from ancient farewells, from far away silences in
cold rooms, but as the night falls again, the panic
returns.
Evil is incurable, and the roof of the house is horrible
threat
for the ones who forget.

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