sometimes we get bored and I say
How can that happen to us?
there is no sea? no wind? Are there no insects one can follow with one's gaze?
Didn't the universe give us a gift, without us doing anything,
the wonderful music of Bach? Is there not anywhere a
library with Dickinson's verses, with Kafka's prose?
If I look at the sky, any branch, isn't there a bird?
Can we make a bird? Does your complex gibberish of organs in
suspense, the delicate line of blood that waves and flaps its
heart that is a mystery?
we feel bored, full, overwhelmed ... and the wind?
Have we ever stopped at its invisible transcendence?
we stop our ears if we hear an argument behind the window,
a stupid fight that tomorrow will be nothing, we rejoice the
soul in vulgar quarrels that will be justly chewed
by the fierce teeth of time why don't we stop the ear
to hear the exotic and mystical meow of a cat? why not
We try to decipher its symbols of centuries buried in the history of his body? If instead of gossip we talked about
Pound, by Ferlinghetti, by Sylvia Plath.
sometimes we get bored and yet we dare to leave
this wonderful scenery without having given us Mozart,
without falling madly in love with du Pré, with the hands that tear
the cotton we wear, the carrot we eat. worshiping false idols that only show
their watches, their mansions, their cars, and we don't even know the name
of the woman and the man who roll up their sleeves to mix the stew from the pot that will feed a neighborhood.
we admire the tight and uncomfortable foot under a shoe made in workshops where there is no other god than sadness,
and we despise the bare foot that is God's work or whatever you want to call it.
we turn on the television instead of smashing it against the sidewalk: how many monsters would come out of there crawling in the poverty of the absence of ideas, of the anomie of beauty?
we are bored on a planet floating in the immensity of
unknown, we gaze with bovine eyes at stained glass windows exhibiting the
pornography of inequality and a star seems to us the thing
least technological in the world when you don't really need
neither a charger nor a plug to shine forever.
we get bored and we give love names.
we get bored and kill because even crime is the lack of
an aesthetic look at life: how is it capable of killing a
person who is in love with a river? He has no fucking time
to go hating nothing!
we are bored and we don't know how to play the piano,
we are bored and we do not know how or why the fly flies,
Why is the fish swimming? Why every time the
Do you feel the spirit entering your home? Why the voice of
what we love makes our leg bones tremble?
we are bored and we say everything, we are all wise,
we all have the truth, we have all been, have been and have returned;
Yet naked in the face of time we don't know how
we grew old without even knowing why we were left so alone, so uneven, so absent of dreams and convictions.
Isn't it time to remove the bow from your heart and put a little Beethoven, an oil painting by Monet, a crushing hug to the sad, to the
melancholic, who does not know how the hell is going to pay the
rental?
I don't want to leave here, from this theater, being a miserable ungrateful. I urgently need to stop seeing my belly button
because I'm missing the clouds, which are a miracle,
I'm missing the exact and melodious sound of
my breathing.
We're bored and we blame it on everyone
We look for the noise and the fast spectacle of the light cameras,
And we are at the end of the day as empty as before.
What did I bring to the world and with what suit will I leave it?
What is all this metaphysics of non-existence with which we shelter ourselves?
sitting and looking at the sky is the least we can do to
deserve silence.
eye, I don't know anything, that's why I drink everything I drink like water
I find, if even the shadow of a dog makes me cry
astonishment. I don't know anything, I don't know how to make a button or a rod
to fish, that's why I admire the work of each human so much,
if sometimes I stand still savoring the weight of my own saliva, what is today and what will not be tomorrow, what is this miracle today
And it won't be tomorrow