I Was Shocked By The Size Of His

ACQUARIUS StoryTeller
EIGHTH TOUR STOP:
DANCING IN THE RAIN: RAIN or
..
in Piazzale Loreto (NOT 'ON PINETO ..) free from the rain on the review
PINETO GABRIELE D'Annunzio

Taci. On the threshold of Milan

words I hear you say
human, but I hear words
oldest
WISH that drops away and leaves
.
Play.
raining from the clouds dispersed.
on our tired bones, eyes and dry


do not cry and look like stones. Rain


vulgar concrete sidewalks on the bridges of iron

rheumatic skeletons
antique industrial

rain jackets on the bodies semiestive


on winter lurking in the trees on the oxidation of carbon inguaiati

on machines

cluttering the narrow streets dotted

from unnecessary
shelters which will approach

no tram stops in the flood and chaos
raining on our hands
naked,

leading newspapers and shopping bags soups
on broken dreams
iPods
that isolate us from evil

and so be hear? The rain falls on the lonely


Milan with a rattle that lasts
and varies according to the machines in the air
more rare, less sparse.
Play.
responds to nothing of a rarefied
urban nightmare .......