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

EIGHT O' CLOCK IN THE MORNING    -    Versione italiana

The whistle howls,
workmen enter their factories,
children enter their mothers
and after a while they get out again;
women enter the supermarkets
and men too,
the boat enters the harbour
early in the morning, in the incredible
silence of the city, early in the morning.
Terrorists enter the prisons
and get out sometimes,
employees enter the green-houses and
adjust the temperature and the plastic flowers
change their colours,
and the plastic flowers change their perfumes,
and the plastic flowers are sad good fellows.
Visitors enter museums to get a culture,
a thousand lire a shot
and adults enter their houses,
empty in the night, like boats
without a moorage kept alive
by a voiceless telephone
which does not bring oxygen,
which today is terribly mute.

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