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

MY DIMENSION    -    Versione italiana

Again a day of hard fight today at Porto Marghera.
A trailer towed towed trailers.
Three the embellishments of my armchair.
Three the opportunities that I have to run away
from boredom and isolation.
Three birthdays passed in Sweden
in the cold dark, a steward with an aquiline nose.
Two vapour-cyclostyles out of control that vomit
crackling papers: that's my dimension and woe to
the person who tries to attempt it.

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