DroneBlack is hell, darkness,
it’s absence, blindness. Now you would like
deep truths inside the drawer
to be eclipsed.
You’re really something else, sweetheart,
your feelings are the only thing you know.
“They sigh, try to split them open,
they have a heart and guts, they have
eyes that take in light
like you, that...but
they are words of a via crucis...
─ and I talk about them with failing breath ¬─
they’re words you have to smash
to live again,
they have to disappear.
It’s not too late to turn
every word, every word to silence.
(Translated by Luigi Bonaffini)