These walls
silent as the dark & lost
haunting as a ghost
these walls
will fucking crush us all
if we ever give up hope
these walls
steal inches by the hour
pressing down & smashing joy
these walls
will gladly break us all
if we ever give them the power
these walls
snap shots of decaying minds
cold and without mercy
block out the sun, in case it shines
shocks out the dark in case it’s night
these walls
will kill us all
if we dont have the will to bear it
Siedono ancora qui fra i verdi
cespugli sulla spiaggia, fumando.
E già il loro cielo diviene
atrofizzato e pallido.
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There’s more to life than Judgements
And gavels
Dogmas and logos, division and
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À l’aube morne du siècle vingt,
Tandis que Paris fleurissait
Sur la pourriture du Monde
Les chrysanthèmes du Passé
Et que les chairs en leurs parfums
Dansaient inconscientes leur Ronde,
D’on ne sait où un homme vint.
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Giulia Marziale
Ci viene segnalato questo scritto di Giulia, prigioniera a Rebibbia a causa dell’Operazione Ardire, scattata la scorso 13 giugno. Una sorta di poesia in prosa, uno scorcio di libertà fra le sbarre di una gabbia.
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Par Charles d’Avray (1878 – 1960)
Continue reading Le Triomphe de l’Anarchie
In life thunder
Charged with
genuine anguish for the choices, the tomorrow, the comrades, the struggle.
With sharp thoughts, forged in the bowels of personal labour and the movement.
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