Translated by Guido Monte
Multilingual Poetry
Soldato © 2014 Pippo Zimmardi |
(Swans - July 14, 2014)
aut toti morimur nullaque pars manet
nostri, cum profugo spiritus halitu
immixtus nebulis cessit in aura?
or we all die and nothing of us remains,
while the spirit flies away with quick breath
and merges with fog, is lost in the air?
...omnes petimus fata...
all follow our own fates
tempus nos avidum devorat et chaos
time and chaos devour us
rumores vacui verbaque inania...
empty noises, unnecessary words...
quaeris quo iaceas post obitum loco?
quo non nata iacent
do you wonder where you'll be next?
you'll be where not born things lie
Collage: Soldato by Pippo Zimmardi (2014).
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