Caproni, Giorgio: The knives (I coltelli in English)

I coltelli (Italian)

«Be?» mi fece.
Aveva paura. Rideva.
D’un tratto, il vento s’alzò.
L’albero, tutto intero tremò.
Schiacciai il grilletto. Crollò.
Lo vidi, la faccia spaccata
sui coltelli: gli scisti.
Ah, mio dio. Mio Dio.
Perché non esisti?

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The knives (English)

„Drink?” she said.

She was afraid. She laughed.

Suddenly the wind rose.

All of a piece the tree shook.

I squezed the trigger. She dropped.

I looked at her, face sliced

on the knives: it was split.

Ah, my god. My God.

Why do you not exist?

Palma, Michael

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