Monday, January 7, 2008

How Do I Stop My Spin Bike From Squeeking?

Milano 1975. The Dogs


The Dogs are dressed in black, with jackets and gloves, ray-ban on his face,
polished shoes, tread, cerulean eyes and menacing. Advance
believing they have won, they advance in Hidden evening ...

advance under the arcades to the rumble of heels, loud sounds, they are strong,
it takes to do justice when you're just master of the city.
A moment of weakness, a moment of solitude,
you win easily, not thinking for themselves.
A boy, a square, a San Babila without babel,
just a game of words to express what is not there.
come to pass, a tango warped, desperate, angry, jealous,
around the revenge.
There is no face, no age, there is a war not only digested,
the affront of a power not recognized, with the sense of the macabre.
A slow string of boredom with the awkwardness of nowhere, takes aim at a target with
paranoid sadism, with all the hatred of the vanquished.
flared jeans, shirts, parkas and long hair
enough to break a heart.
Now take off his glasses, masks go down, now no longer have need
, are sure to win.
remains the silent cry of a city, many people with red flags waving and
in May that the wind took it away.

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