FROZEN,
BELOVED AT TIZIANO
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Frozen, Beloved at Tiziano (Autobiographical for LVT) (improved draft)
Hey, Tiziano, M.
and maybe Darno who terrorized the old lady -- I can not deny = Yesterday, soul boosting news: - The cat, the lovely
Pishi, is dead. I do not deny, my
mind is crisp and sharp And can I ever deny: Berlin
is my cubicle where I cry when in distress and destruction. Torture enhances my awakening for I, a stubborn, introverted boy, drag with me short-lived liveliness of Kirkuk´s plains, wandering barefooted on the burning dust of Al-Musalah, driven by desires, insatiable, and a crazy mind, impatient with the slow discovery of trivial connections such as: the flint stone the poet is rounding in his palms is a monument. In this cool and
fresh air of Tiziano, (LVT ! Awaken yourself,
abandon the freezer, put on some make-up, walk to where I am at this
ongoing Tiziano feast and nightmare.
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