The barbarians at the horizon (hopefully)
We are a fake empire
at the end of the decline
with Caesars restricted
laurels from plastic-
that lavish circuses
a populace numbed
and parties unrepentant
slave , wine and strolling players
curtains and Africa
and Berber horses
and foreign beauties
lewd dancing
nell'aurea domus
the old emperor
when the horse senator
and the burning of Rome
sound Apicella of?
and meanwhile the barbarians on the horizon ...
Sunday, October 31, 2010
Friday, October 29, 2010
What Size Will My Belly Get To At 40 Weeks
We are a fake empire
at the end of the decline
with tiny Caesars
laurels from plastic-
which provide circuses
a populace numbed
and parties unrepentant
of slaves, wine and strolling players
and homegrown Baiada
navel imbrillantato
and bored games
in the annals of gardens
designers artfully
in the eastern islands
curtains and Africa in the face of the coliseum
and Berber horses
complacent and exotic beauties
lewd dancing in salons
of the patriarchs ridens
when the horse senator
and the burning of Rome
to the sound of Apicella?
... and meanwhile the barbarians on the horizon ...
AMEN - Mario Agati - Wilde Web Chapinero -
Tuesday, October 19, 2010
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Barbarians on the horizon When I was sixty-eight
Places common
Today-in staff room, in front of the coffee machine, in a comment to my post, at a political rally and even a few minutes ago to Ballarò - my pores have absorbed senile the daily dose of litanies on irreducible passivity of today's youth. While the youth of yesterday, but ...
I am a young man of yesterday. And I can testify.
What the youth of today are not too different from the youth of yesterday.
When I was sixty-eight (ahimè!) there were few active young people who dragged in the streets hundreds of semi-active young people who were casino in the background of a mass of young persons.
Today there are a few guys who wake up every now and give a jolt of energy to hundreds semisvegli guys that make things interesting against the backdrop of a mass of little guys awake.
And so we gave so much trouble to change everything so that nothing would change. As the litany of common places.
AMEN - Mario Agati - Wilde Web Chapinèr -
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