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PASIONARIA

If I had to place an adjctive on my recollection of you
Wintery, I would say, and you'd surely know the reasons why...
Those dark years in black and white freezing on us -
The school today, the grave tomorrow.
It might have been convenient to lower our eyes,
The price of self-respect is so high...

Survivor and veteran is the career
That I still don’t fit in;
To evoke you is to bleed
The same way I used to do at that time, maybe even more so now.
Melancholic afternoons that were spent too fast
For our discussions, not to mention the rest...

I was raised playing among puddles and building yards,
Without your high education.
And that incredulous remorse of mine arises just from this:
It's just me who was your “Cattivo Maestro”
Too many books that were exchanged with inflammatory urgence
And then your nickname: Pasionaria

But I'd like to be able to tell you
That now I know that there was love...
After all, a fossile kind of reserve
Still deeply kept on resisting,
A shy reserve that can instill
Into two bodies with expiry date
That Breath Of Eternity
Everybody go without today...

You walked until the end of our stormy boulevard
With that style of yours, so keen.
Maybe only to my indolence
I owe my escape
From that fate you were doomed to.
The wild season, your Summer Of Lead
Then, was it so necessary to reach that bottom?

Like bullets in the night
May my contempt catch and hit you
You, who pulled the strings
Just to pontificate and lay down the law now,
After having teased us
When my generation fret and fumed
And for the Reason of State
Which makes you say: “ok, one less...”

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