Amore 22 febbraio 2010 · lettura 2 min · 3345 letture

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My love for you started in bed but it was not a red- light district fling, rather it's been a long affair of hearts umpteen, a string of lovely pomegranates (albeit of a few carates, shelves all around and overhead, and books - some read and some unread. And now that the tenth valentine is here - still no love quarantine will be imposed on us - nor drugs are needed: we're not bugs, nor will develop a resistance! We'll keep the happy coexistence of crystals and of crocodiles, of laughter and of smiles, the scratching of the back, the tat the pictures the knick- knack. And all the mugs we've broken and the few bad words we've spoken, have been glued back together or forgotten. Now like the duvet cover made of cotton that keeps the feathers warmest during winter, or the computer and the printer that make our work together thereof! ? ! ? ) , if you keep looking after love while I keep overseeing the joy, we shall resemble hand and glove, Chicago and Illinois, we'll be Akbar and Jeff, the stave and the clef, the dinner and the chef, the one who speaks and the one who's deaf, or any pair that well withstood the test of time and remained good. So now you look for hunt and treasure and find the trail of candy and pleasure. And if you think it's all too gummy it is because our love is yummy: It feeds on itself, it is and (as I said already) nothing else is.

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Pietro Roversi

Sono un anarchico tradizionalista, un rivoluzionario conservatore e un iconoclasta benigno. Nella vita faccio il biologo strutturale, in Inghilterra. Ho scritto più di 500 poesie in 25 anni. A Settembre 2018 è uscito il mio ultimo libro: "Tirare l’acqua" (Gattomerlino Edizioni, Roma, 2018). Nell’autunno 2017 sono usc