Un Albero Di Trenta Piani

For your mania
of living
in a city
look closely how 'cià' (it has)
dressed up
the metropolis.
Beautiful like us
very few you know
there were
and they said
those come from the countryside.
But they laughed
they split their sides
they already knew
that we would soon become
like them.
All gray
like skyscrapers with wax faces
with wax faces
it's the law of this atmosphere
that you can't escape
as long as you live in the city.
Naked on the plant
you took
the sun with me
and the larks sang for us
on the branches.
Now instead here
in the city
the engines
of the cars
already sing us the funeral march.
And the factories
even perfume the air for us
coloring the sky black that smells of death.
But the Municipality
says that the city is modern
you shouldn't pay attention
even if the cement closes your nose,
neurosis is in fashion:
who hasn't rejected it will be.
Ouch. I can't breathe anymore,
I feel
like I'm suffocating a bit,
I feel the breath, going down,
it goes down and doesn't come up,
I only see that
something is
being born...
maybe it's a tree
yes it's a tree
of thirty floors