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

AND YET THE WATER'S PIERCING SWEET AND THIN    -    Versione italiana

And yet the water's piercing
sweet and thin
in the holes of my roof
and when the rain stops
I can enjoy the stains on the walls
and my ceiling seems the sky
just a little cloudy
like his owner
who's thinking of the debts
made because
of a stupid ceiling
sloping, bastard
always ready to piss under
my persecution
the thousandth drop
to fill the vase
of my Venetian neurosis.

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