Trafika Europe 14 - Italian Piazza

Barbara Serdakowski

Vermi vivi - Live Worms

Man follows thought not language

Bite me with tongue and saliva Teeth: Anchors     Baits Live worms on fishing hooks In the skin of my hands on which I spread creams so I won’t see the years pass as I write Pardon, je vous demande pardon Forgive me, I ask for your forgiveness I didn’t want to take words from your so-perfect language Trouble dans mes contaminations Murky in my contaminations Orphaned poet with the holy lands of others infiltrated by unusual words Partial traces of other voices, made, usurped, lent, given away Come in!  Come in! Lenguas de fuego, de arcilla, de atraco Tongues of fire, of clay, of assault

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