By Pietro Grieco
To begin with the tabula rasa:
We start on the year sweeping
Our living room as if all the residues
And fireworks’ ashes of the of the globe
Had fallen throughout our TV into it;
We clean the bedroom and change
The sheets as if all the dreams
Of the world had died there
We brush the toilet
As if the fate of the planet
Had been digested and went away
We change the little rugs
Wash up the patio
Hang new painting
Polish here and there
Buy new flowers to start
Truly the year from zero.
Suddenly my hands stop writing
How sad: to start really anew
I should first clean all human history.
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