Leda

picture by Marcela Bolivar

(Dedicated to LedaEuropa)

     (The girl) The girl lies on the fresh and soft grass
     near the beach, where she feels all the life
     of the sea as a swelling, and seagulls.
     The warm sun soon will caress her skin

(Leda) There a sudden weird love, as a swan
enters her, as a flabby white cloud,
and rapes her slipping his long strong neck
everywhere, like a lustful long snake

     The dawn brushes the girl body now
     with its yellow and pale grazing light
     and the sea breeze takes to her the waves
     as some delicate, far, moving whispers

Leda is both a dream, promise and flesh;
she is betrayed by that pagan sky
like all: Danae, Europa, Io, many ...
like each woman who pays live the world



August, 21st 2016

Italian version

Cologne and Regensburg

Now the beasts want mass rapes

also here,

while we silly

celebrate foolish rituals,

and we dance

within Europe

that is faltering, sleeping

that is missing.

They said "Use them anyway you want"

Anybody but women

and not muslim:

we.

Me.

It must not be said,

however,

in a war,

it is normal. It is regular, usual

and expected.

They did do their test.

Benedict

asked them at least clarity.

How did they want treat him?

And us, how?

Those who has no more face

those who lost their honour

and their faith,

those who buried their ideas

as the shit in the fields,

those who go on anyway

- and are only an illusion -

those who no more exist

have no voice and are waiting for death.

I'm so pissed for this

nasty state of affairs!

and for us and me too.

Where are you, girls and sisters?

So I prey, I hope so:

Our Lady, Holy Virgin, help us.




Italian version here