Of you

Alex Pinna

There are places of you that I never knew.

I will ask to my hands not to touch them,

to my eyes not to look at them,

to my mouth not to taste them,

to my body not to feel them.

To get the memory of the incomplete,

the memory of not recall.

Sublime almost as much have it

without never have had it.

I

Instead of me,

hi.

Know to know

You have to know, to say.

And know to know, to say nothing.

Gone

Maybe then you shall return

as we return to a place

just visited with the desire 

to look over again the one 

from which we started.

Maybe you will look at it with 

different eyes to deceive again 

believing that is not changed.

And maybe, then, it will be no 

different at all.

Just gone.

Speed

Abstraction allows you 

to isolate a single concept in 

the speed of his versatile

representation.

Where to.

The award is

important to continue beyond,

even if not still knowing where to ...

You did you know?

Italian style

We were so good,

we,

to exhume the bodies of saints to 

make money and spending them in favor of 

those whom has shaped with wax a face,

stitched his dress,

built glass case and

an inlaid golden coffin to shine and show its glow

forever and ever.

Spent to bury those whom,

with their hands have believed,

digging in the earth,

moving the debris of time and touching

what that time had contaminated,

they hoped to be considered innocents

after they had sinned so much.

Because it is difficult to distinguish a sinner

from a saint.

Unless,

left the spade,

one non-string in his hands the money

offered to him by another that,

in the eyes,

has the glow of gold.