Con un coltello,un coltellino,in un giorno di festa, tra le due e le tre,si uccisero i due uomini dell'amore.Con un coltello,un coltellinoche lo contiene una mano,ma che penetra sottilefra le carni stupite,e si ferma nel puntodove impigliata tremal'oscura radice del grido.

There is no one who in giving a kissdoes not feel the smile of faceless people,and no one who in touching a newborn childforgets the motionless skulls of horses.

Life is not a dream. Watch out! Watch out! Watch out!We fall down stairs and eat the moist earth,or we climb up to the snow's edge with the choir of dead dahlias.But there is no oblivion, no dream:raw flesh. Kisses tie mouthsin a tangle of new veinsand those who are hurt will hurt without restand those who are frightened by death will carry it on their shoulders.

In the garden I will die. In the rosebush they will kill me.