The Total Light

By Edda Tassi and Frankie Desiderio

The net is removing entire hierarchies of privileges, but can't delete the human evil, that reproduces as the most virulent virus. "THE TOTAL LIGHT" is a tribute to the great international poetry, out of the shit of the social networks.

La rete sta spazzando via intere gerarchie di privilegi, ma non può togliere di mezzo il male umano, che si riproduce come il più virulento dei virus. "LA LUCE TOTALE" è un tributo alla grande poesia internazionale, fuori dalla merda dei social networks.

• Language: English
• Publisher: BookBaby
• Release date: May 9, 2016
• ISBN: 9780992019938

Book preview

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1

A drop of alcohol

you dig your own illusion grave

that nothing ever happened

that everything is still possible

in the infinite vanity. So you die

with the heart pierced by a bullett

of joy to you unknown.

2

Let love scan

dawn and sunsets like bells

of a rural church, located

on the side of the forest and the river

where you go fishing joyfully

collect tasty fruits

and leave the rare flowers

so that they can beautify the landscape for a long time.

3

In May roses get spoiled.

The spiny rose defends herself how she can

asks for help to the sun and wind

doesn’t believe the lie that will dry up one day

and that won’t smell anymore.

When in June really happens

it will have its own beauty too

in the bowl of charming memories

or between the pages of an essential book.

4

I’m not mortal, come play with me.

I’m alive, what about you?

The shadow laid softy

on the silky sand.

She spoke with a crystalline timbre.

"See how athletic I am?

I jump balconies and roofs easily.

Do the same with the fake loves

just fall between the strong arms

as the shadow, the wind and me".

5

Angels, scoundrels or whatever we are

it is always the enemy that

by a drawn bow of time

tells us wo we are.

6

I now am nowhere

through the virtuous scene without eyes

sitting in the identical nature of the wall

colored by the rays of the dawn

after the black mantle of the night.

I am the eternal city’s gull

that supervises the human trifles

and spread expressions of love.

7

Extreme lover, eternal, faithful to yourself

you drive towards the solar system

turning each darkness into a little thing.

You love everyday and my boring pretty body

misses you like the moon.

You’re extreme and light

with my immense presence.

8

I’m sinking. I’m entering into the unknow half.

Should I go up or should I go down? I don’t know

and I’m just beyond the fear.

Who knows what’s beyond

or within, or below.

I will capture from the air a pavane

I’ll dance it in front of the sunset

close to the secret entrance.

9

I enjoy my life like it’s going

to disappear in a moment.

It didn’t appeared until now

in the irrepressible splendour

of the child buried here.

When I’m desperate, they say:

How beautiful she is! Why does she run away?

Happy, sad vacation

that’s my life.

10

I am what I have lost

gradually, through the planetary paths.

I love the worn matryoshka

round egg, voracious, that eats

the little godmothers covered with flowers.

The cock that whistles like a pipe

the doll with the sensual mantilla

dynasty of Russian girls

touched by the total light.

I carry some stuff in my suitcase

that avoid any customs

ending in the desert floor.

11

I’m chasing an outlander warrior

locked in a lucid madness.

The color of its flag

are sour lemon and searing orange.

The synagogue conceals a kindergarten music

its palm trees do not move.

I will hug him in a slow passacaglia