Ode to damn – Ode alla dannazione – Odă naibii

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Trilingual post The English version by Mihaela Jahn

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(from the cycle “Fresh Surfeits”)

We’re scraping the faces of timepieces as if they were lottery tickets
The winning number is hidden too deep, so we scrape deeper
We throw ourselves head first into the makeup pale
We greet ourselves in the mirror of the passer-by’s eyes
We touch, a gesture repeated obsessively,
Making sure that nobody picked our empty pocket
Or the hand that touches
The hands of the clocks pulls down our pants, skirts like an unsuspected and perverted wind
Naked in front of ourselves we hold in the scoop of our hands a translucent butterfly
With it we scrape our faces and shadows until it gets dark and cold
And even darker and colder
A song saves us, ode to damn, to the luxurious nothing or to sleep
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Let’s throw the horologes into fire places, so as to…

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