Echoes from a sad soul - 6

 

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In a middle-class drama

 

I would like to slice on pieces my tie

And throw them on you

I would like to eat

Using my hands at your table

Laughing in a natural way

I wish I could not hear 

Clanging my chains

When I move on slowly

You hear them too

But you don’t want to listen to them

for they are your own chains too!

We so spend our lives

playing a drama

somebody else has written

just for ourselves.

Cagliari, 1975