About myself

 

Fotografia de Marco Livi


I’m the uncrowned king of the insomniacs

Who still fights his ghosts with a sword,

A student of ceilings and closed doors

Making bets two plus two is not always four


A merry old soul playing the accordion

On the graveyard shift in the morgue.

A fly escaped from a head of a madman,

Taking a rest on the wall next to his head.


Descendent of village priests and blacksmiths:

A grudging stage assistant of two

Renowned and invisible master illusionists,

One called God, the other Devil, assuming, of course,

I’m the person I represent myself to be.

Charles Simic


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