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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