Poem
Flavio Santi
I hate my father
I hate my fatherI hate him when he climbs
the stairs and forgets
the door open
like a scalpel
in the cut and
goes down like that
and polishes the spoiler
of the most recent car
like a big snail
betrays with drool
its loving stone.
I hate this
Daddy
made of
dialysis and fernet liquor
who has a mess in his belly
Daddy, poo-poo.
© Translation: 2004, Gabriele Poole
I hate my father
Odio mio padre
lo odio quando sale
le scale e dimentica
aperta la porta
come il bisturi
dentro il taglio e
scende così e
lucida lo spoiler
della macchina ultima
come il lumacone
tradisce di bava
il suo sasso innamorato.
Odio questo
Papà
fatto di dialisi e di fernet
che ha un inferno nel ventre
Papà, cacca.
© 2004, Flavio Santi
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I hate my father
I hate my fatherI hate him when he climbs
the stairs and forgets
the door open
like a scalpel
in the cut and
goes down like that
and polishes the spoiler
of the most recent car
like a big snail
betrays with drool
its loving stone.
I hate this
Daddy
made of
dialysis and fernet liquor
who has a mess in his belly
Daddy, poo-poo.
© 2004, Gabriele Poole
I hate my father
I hate my fatherI hate him when he climbs
the stairs and forgets
the door open
like a scalpel
in the cut and
goes down like that
and polishes the spoiler
of the most recent car
like a big snail
betrays with drool
its loving stone.
I hate this
Daddy
made of
dialysis and fernet liquor
who has a mess in his belly
Daddy, poo-poo.
© 2004, Gabriele Poole
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