from "Il Matto e la Luna" (una scatola di poesie)

IN THE PIERCING COLD OF THE MORNING    -    Versione italiana

In the piercing cold of the morning
the workmen enter the factories
they run toward their work's place
to produce plus-value
while the fat boss
in the warmth
of her bed on wheels
slowly tastes a hot coffee
greedily sucking the canoli's cream.

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