IMPOTENT
There are red tulips.
And you don't go for lilies.
Not even the pearls.
You don't go anymore.
They are broken into the walls of destruction.
Unknown, hostile
Stuck in the wet sand
Viscose, blocking.
Impotent observes bad wave
Throw the ship out of the way.
An explosion damages the roots
Violence pushes you.
in sewage sewerage
The dystopian future.
Black Storm manipulates the truth.
Forced to live,
The last conscious.
I am the soul's eviction.
And you can't do anything.
For those bodies so vile.
Those bodies worthless.
With deaf senses.
Those dirty bodies you don't understand.
Bodies in which the embrace of power
Has convincing control
and the attractive force.
Bodies resolved from the universe.
Although he refuses
tray of lies
They offer you every day.
Again
Once more
You, Impotent
Give up!
RAIN
He melts as he knows how
Impetuous, dance
From the tips they fall apart strong
and intense steps
The roar of applause it mixes
with the silver that comes out of it from
her etoile liquid dress.
Serenella Menichetti was born in Cascina (Pisa - Italy) in 1950. For thirty-five years she has been an educator in kindergarten. Menichetti currently collaborates with poet Nazario Pardini's Blog Alla volta di Lèucade. Furthermore, she also deals with poetry and culture in the interior of the Lungofiume Association of Cascina in Pisa. Serenella Menichetti writes poetry, stories and also deals with children's literature. The author has participated in various poetry and literary competitions, often ranking in the first places. Menichetti has published poems and stories in various anthologies.
Prepared by Angela Kosta Executive Director of MIRIADE Magazine, Academic, journalist, writer, poet, essayist, literary critic, editor, translator.
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