quadri di pittura fonetica da Passo Buole

ciuffi d’erba

lo sperma delle mitragliatrici

che la patria è l’Europa

giovani fanti

la mia anima si infila alla canna

i primi a voltare i tacchi

Damiano Chiesa

sulla mascella di Castel Dante

sulle ginocchia come un mulo

obbedire o disobbedire

slalomando

la mia povera polenta

il corpo a corpo che li ha fusi

il bue d’Italia

combatti

eserciti

la verde valle dell’Adige

metti da parte l’arma

sistemare cimiteri

conforti

cancellare ogni impero

lavoro di sepoltura

non so, non ricordo

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