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Poem By Paolo Ruffilli

Yes, the wonderful colours
of video,
the pleasant random choosing,
sipping, savoring
the flavour of soft dessert.
Grasping life
seasoned before,
pre-chewed and digested like this.
Surrendering to the game
of statues, to the neutral glossy
motion
in which
nothing really exists any more,
at a distance
that entertains
only for that little bit
that one is touched by it.
The same prearranged fantasy,
outside itself, hatched,
hypnotized, melted down.
The water
is held back no longer
it's a surge that floods, drowns,
swallows you down.

Translation:James Laughlin

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