Untitled (you’ve died so many times…)
you’ve died so many times in your dreams
that surely you can manage it once while awake.
the soul abandons the body a moment beforehand,
rising over what used to be home
you’ve died so many times in your dreams
that surely you can manage it once while awake.
the soul abandons the body a moment beforehand,
rising over what used to be home
How much is the land? How
much to get fish fresh from the market
and how much for the fishermen
to feed their families? How much for
a loved one who doesn’t leave?
When my co-citizens tell me “why don’t you go back to where you’re from?” it’s obvious that it never crossed their mind that I’m exactly in the one country that I’ve ever known: Italy. The place where I was born and raised. The place where I made my entrance into this world, and where I intend to live every one of my days until the very end.
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