Translated by Luca Palantrani
My remote control points to a dying sky
to halt an aircraft and me satisfy.
The flat light of a lampost illuminates the crude air
in an unknown street,
which nails down raw people.
The chilling embrace of the wind wraps an outcast,
resting in peace
among decrepit walls of a forgotten monastery.
From a phantom tower the clock ticks the time,
within a deadly nausea that leaves no escape.
An escalator snatches a passing woman
and devours her flesh through the blind gears.
A monstrous cloud looms over the coast
in the way of a fatal wave,
where a sea of pebbles neglects the tempest.
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