"La fabbrica the verse"
Alla fabbrica del verso
tutto é calmo, tutto é spento,
son rimasti i fogli bianchi
e la polvere degli anni
sopra gli sgabelli.
I cervelli son fuggiti verso nord,
verso nord,
brains have fled to the north.
The candles have already planted
tears of hard wax
and books now crumpled
if they eat insects.
Scricchiolan small mouth
ignored by the silence.
the factory to
everything is turned off, everything is calm,
clock blind
beats at the time void.
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