A fire glossy wraps the night .. Mothers in
tired chants night
missing children and in fields Gia 'full of hay contentedly.
GAZA
War rasa, fumes stagnate
Sirens raging fires huge upset.
suit and 'And the night still
' good thing 'Shoot the Moon
That there will be as far away and unreachable target
compresses and deflects the light sleep
without' dreams. Altera
round head and thin
Listen to the whispers night
Lumps voice of crying.
breviary for GAZA
cry on this ditch
never reached out of my hand to dig around
life has risen from the dead.
silence today for the fields
And the sky is clear with cirrus
just above the horizon and deep craters that mark
voids ..
small bodies contained
Like seeds to the ground Maybe one day
lush.
white phosphorus in the clouds
albino
Among the small houses of Gaza
Disturbing shapes gaseous
stick to lean bodies and joint
congealed
Among sequences hands turned pale luminescence
Phosphorus planetary
Rocky argument the chemical
hurt womb
fragrant garlic dying
Deceptions and kill.
DEATH FAST
Kidnapped
Hurry lonely soul transference in mind
Star Kilns
solid sparks flying between the crimson butterfly
And the deep breath of the giant
're the 'Empress Vate.
Soldiers march near the city
boots amphibians
approach given the land that has no salt
Mani red hooks shrapnel
backward and forward
Dense tension in those athletic bodies and treated
Kissing drunken lips
behind in the fields c ' and 'ruin Carcasses
iron symbols of art raw yarn
thorny but not more
fill the mazes of peace
LEAD TIME
Desolato in the periodic system
between lead and phosphorus
and atomic numbers and isotopes
I observe the ruins made of bodies buried
digital photos that appear to share elements
For
Petrified and wrapped in black plastic water vapor
lethal miasma
hidden in bags of cement still deadly
A tree just below the walls
Displays day
Still gas.
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LAMPEDUSA
Corps warm skin
oscillate
hot sun congealed in the hands of faith
Covered with algae serene
Gabbiani feathery and happy
enthroned on high libeccio
Beccanti chirps of birds
In echo of silver anchovies
hover clear skulls
Pelosi
Quell'osso between pink loose muscles and bruises
The globe of the eye in a vacuum
Fixing Drain between now opaque
rocks and asphalt mixtures of salt with blood
now
Dry white wheat on the day of
few dozen hands
slow down the calm rhythm Of the sea
show your back
bodies of fetuses are born in cradle dark waters
Gia 'dead time not given
The dance in the sea and' The moon caresses furious over
breaths etched on their faces. Go to a port
hot blue horizon where the shattered African
extreme step hatred
to poor migrants
thoughtful eyes
bodies wrapped in black skin thrown
sea \u200b\u200b
as hyacinths and fragrant white
floating cushions
hope for the oceans and seas in the silence of silent turquoise
waves at night.
then sunny and bones.
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Clochard
It 's a gray blanket quilt maybe some embroidery printed floral shapes and colors faded unstitched
two shoes
emerge between a lamppost and a tall silver box
hisses the silence of the night chasing the wind
confetti
wrapped in waste paper reels lunar
caress her face turned to stone cold
joint property at that point
still as a statue of meat obitoriale
light as his eyes half closed and glazed
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FREEDOM '
word
runs along the narrow enclosure having not
written on the great limestone plateau of Lampedusa
Freedom
overwhelmed, anxious to say so
the vast group of dark eyes
kissed by an African sun rising
forearms and wrists, legs tired from rowing
cephalic vein swollen with grief
but free from
radiant center figuration seen through the false imprisonment
fittings
television on the paving
stony and arid
feet riot.
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Silence Lampedusa Lampedusa
Tonight there's just silence
moved by waves that graze the dense features of migrants
dormant for a long effort in the morning to declare
shame! Among
blankets and bodies dumped
synthetic sponge mattresses and blankets large military
dreams that alternate with silent cries
or gush of liquid eyes
sobs and hugs
fleeting golden dawn light thin and fleeting light slowly illuminates
dry lips and never kissed ass
and 'blinding orphan of that place
green
accurate geography rocky coast of the sea
impacts
lazy pitching moves between Africa and Europe
flattened and heavy rocks
sunny even mirages
sediments in addition to basalts
back up the furnace
viscera flowing secretly funnel abysmal on that I would
Monte
the highest
deaf idiots screaming for those who close
Men shut themselves in detention centers
Naples January 31, 2009
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History does not teach even those who once was the victim ....
The Israelis have taken advantage of enough of these situations and now accuse the Palestinians of exploiting the images of dead children in their shots. ... This accusation is 'It would be ridiculous IF IT WAS NOT ... Infamous.
The Israelis did what, cold
had planned to do, let us say frankly, unfortunately, the irony is that we
Italians are involved in the massacre .... in spite of ourselves.
I ask forgiveness from the Palestinians, and I disagree with those who go to Israel and Jewish cappelleto wearing, only for reasons of political expediency.
SAY NO MORE! WE HAVE VISITED THE REMAINS OF Daca AND OTHER FIELDS
Nazi extermination, BUT WILL NOT IT TIME TO VISIT The possibility of ONE DAY,
TOMBS OF PALESTINIAN CHILDREN TO BE IN OUR THOUGHTS TODAY !!!!!!
signed
LAURA STAKES
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an unarmed people die slowly .... Here's your eyes deep blacks
look around, see only horror and death. The memories are passed in this and
comeback
to mind watching the sun setting on the horizon, a sun
is dripping with blood, tears and blood
....
tears that flow from your eyes
and blood coming out of your veins ...
give me a sign that you're still alive
in the midst of a people of the living dead, trying in vain to live
crawling ..
but it is really dead, because
bombs and man have
took away her children better. My
and your heart full of blood
dims its beat ...
and a people so slowly dies.
Gabrybabelle
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