GRADI DI SEPARAZIONE
Cerchiamo di essere chiari, almeno
Tu ed io: In questa società, poco o nulla funziona -
Ma erano i gradi di separazione
Tra gli individui, a rendere quel tutto
Sopportabile - l’assenza quasi totale di alberi,
Il mare lontanissimo, la gente
Sempre irritata, e insieme il portamento
Delle donne, cui affidava potere
Eccessivo, su di sé e su sostanze
Che crede reggano il mondo. Ma questa
Città, così femminile per lui, resta
Terra di mezzo, in cui non si decide
Se non morire lentamente, come
Tutti, tutti uguali; tranquilli, finalmente.
Non deve essere necessariamente così.
Eppure così va, nei posti di confine:
I gradi di separazione sono intrattabili, creano
Ruvidi attriti ma preziosi, e a lui
Ricordano, ogni mattina ciò che credeva
Essere, che non esistono confini.
Poco dunque, ma forse tutto funziona.
La gente qui sta come senza pelle
Poi ti avvicini a qualcuno, e capisci
Perché stai qua.

ARE YOU FAR, OR ARE YOU NEAR?
It did not matter, never did, that I talked you through
Any hard moment, as an act of courtesy.
But our ways, subterranean, they did matter.
Complaints? All this on air tonight.
The facts that the world offered by that morning
Were stubbornly rough, negative. Again,
I even went to an important conference,
To be refreshened by some smart ideas...
But my sadness increased. O my poor mind...
Hit on a lady, said we would stay in touch.
This was networking, rather uninteresting; find
Just enough to conceal. Sadder, but fresher.
And older by an evening. This pandemic
Had just reached Europe. Economists reacted
Funnier, they probably understood, that nothing existed
That’d need to be discussed, really, except
Stimuli, but no one seemed to unfold
The real consequence of this situation:
That we, the human kind, we were unable
To accept stimuli, because we weren’t
Made for the future, nor for truth, logical
Truth I mean, as a matter of fact. I
Myself, though I supposedly belonged
To them, the happy few of this world - what a lie! -
I was much wasting time writing about
This fence, instead of accepting it fully.

By the way, I decided to stay put here,
Not move an inch for once, see how the place
Would react on me. But trees didn’t grow stronger,
That’s for sure. And the place remained somehow
The same: some scarce investments from abroad,
Some refurbishments of the urban layout.
All in all, nothing changed, really, because
What did matter, regarded people’s sighs,
& their shock-resilient, interesting ways.

Probably shocks do matter in determining,
However if one will need to go back,
Endlessly, to her or his very death.
This isn’t actually normal (pretty painful)
That’s why I’ve been observing kids for a bit.
From half a distance, in the shade, where I am sure
I was not understandable, but visible
To them. Thus unsurprising as it was
That they’re hardly hardly hit by this problem.
Which in turn brought me here, and to believe
To have barely decoded any truth,
-Be it a necessary or contingent
One- anything that concerned any aspect
Of you, thus equally missing the point.
So, am I far? Or am I nearing? And you?