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Flying cowboys
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| Milano, 03.02.2003 | ||
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“September is the cruellest month” the cowboy said, when the world exploded into his hands, and the air and the ashes fell beyond our hand life line, under 18 minutes and backwards again through 110 floors stumbling over the end and suddenly again, the entire human kind turned its face pretending to fall and find thru someone’s grief portrait silk and blood and wine. Bombs on the Universe skyline, they said, yeah, right! And Peter Pan had no time to realize his beard was now long and white, and Superman too, he turned his face during his last recognition flight to watch it fall and disappeared behind the explotion light forever. Way accross meanwhile on a dutch peninsula the world collapsed, its bones were crashed, and BANG! Spiderman lost his fast swinging habits thru the scrapes and smashed into his Uncle’s room just in time to see the sky becoming doom while the media clowns looked like hysterical cheerleaders in Alice wonderland, and BANG again! And again the speaker said: “That’s all, folks!”. That morning the world turned to noise searching for the signals to destroy, while he told you he’d change, he’s going to tell you the truth, he loves you now, while she bends her arms around his face and can’t keep her tears inside. While some priest on the 5th wakes up fixing meals. While Soho’s still sleeping and the Village is arguing loud about some american Berlusconi wasp. While Mrs Dalloway is buying flowers and the poet chose life instead at the age of 30, in 1923, as I read. While some husband for the first time perfectly conceived his wife’s meaning smiling face, for the first time that night, and had to face her prayers till dawn: “Say you would say you could say you’d come and stop the pain, say you’ll try and hold me tight.” and BANG! Shot her dead, closed his lover’s Pentagon affaire on the next morning newspaper box. And they will say, how did his hair grow so thin? They will say, they will say and they will cry, mourne and sympathize. And BANG! The last one in the middle of nowhere close to everybody’s screaming heart: “Oh my God, this is unbelievable!” We will say. Unbelievable, we just said. We, the people of a sadder sea. |
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Copyright (C) 2003 Riccardo Bagnato [www.bagnato.it]
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