L'angelo custode mi si rivela una notte

Quando sei dall'autobus scesa le tenebre era.

Ecco - venivi incontro - o mio solo angelo vero.
Satana tiene in mano il mondo - il sopra e il sotto.
Uomini persi - gettati, smarriti in cose create
Dove gli enti a esser vanno per sua metafisica:

Muore il senso confonde il vero - il soggetto fa oggetto.

Quando sei dall'autobus scesa le tenebre era.
Angel custode che sfida in mezzo al buio- camminavi.
Verso me il dopo e il prima portavi e nuovo mi davi
Dono - sí prossima stavi - in mano levate le chiavi
Tu - intersecavi la luce obliqua - di strada brillavi
Lucide loro, ch'avevi in mano e per varchi or chiusi
Ecco le usavi - dall'autobus scesa venivi incontro.
Occhi cobalto fissavi e dal buio m' apparivi - mandata.

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Il filo invisibile

In Jonas Memoriam Strana e triste è la vita lei sola nasceva e lui solo moriva migliaia di chilometri lontani per pochi soli mesi un anno li univa ma usi diversi li divideva - il nuovo e il vecchio quotidiani.

Fabrizio Ulivieri

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