POEMS BY ROBERTO MARZANO

Closed bars Bars closed for pure nastinessunder the arcades they leave mute witnessesiron shutters with narrow meshes creaking in the swampy wind.  A tinkling echo at the counter resounds of the meeting of edges of speeches no more unspoken than not given kisses in cheery cocktails of widespread cordiality.  Nothing else remains in the rainy eveningthan handle intercoms at randombright asterisks of surrendered existences to […]

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Poems by Roberto Marzano

DOWNHILLS Who knows where they carry?If sooner or later they go back upAnd surprising themselves behindThey silently come down againIn a ride that never ends? What’s certain is that they always bringTo the sea or else to the plainLet the freediving cyclists breathe a littleAnd steal the balls very cruellyTo some unwary children not much cunning. CLOSED BARS Bars closed […]

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