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Poem

Andrea Raos

I AM WASTING MY TIME IF I IMAGINE

I am wasting my time if I imagine
a consoling hand.
No unguent will pacify my body.

I look at the world and its
vague hypocrisies about
the essential bedrock of life,

I watch the unexpected rain on the lake
from a warm humid corner,
no one knows when my lightning bolt will come.

I AM WASTING MY TIME IF I IMAGINE

Getto via tempo se per me mi fingo
una mano che consoli.
Mai unguento lenirà il mio corpo.

Guardo il mondo e le
sue vaghe ipocrisie su
del vivere essenziali fondamenti,

guardo la pioggia sul lago imprevista
da un angolo di caldo e di condensa,
chissà quand’è che arriverà il mio lampo.
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I AM WASTING MY TIME IF I IMAGINE

I am wasting my time if I imagine
a consoling hand.
No unguent will pacify my body.

I look at the world and its
vague hypocrisies about
the essential bedrock of life,

I watch the unexpected rain on the lake
from a warm humid corner,
no one knows when my lightning bolt will come.

I AM WASTING MY TIME IF I IMAGINE

I am wasting my time if I imagine
a consoling hand.
No unguent will pacify my body.

I look at the world and its
vague hypocrisies about
the essential bedrock of life,

I watch the unexpected rain on the lake
from a warm humid corner,
no one knows when my lightning bolt will come.
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