The dinosaur is that strange bird
That if it appears in the landscape of our days, it’s a sign of incompatibility.
It’s a sign that it is out of context.
It is that giant who beyond any context
Inhales a cup through his nostrils and swallows a cloud, as if it were a tiny insect.
He has no intention to harm,
He doesn’t know the language.

Every step of his burns a crater
And the tail, like an accidental whip
Cuts off heads
And when he will recognize all the ruins in his wake
He will rise up and leave.

Even though his memory won’t be forgotten.
In his place a new dinosaur will hatch
That will conquer and burn
And devour.
But he wouldn’t know.
If only it would have been
Thanks to Martina Caruso for shining my dinosaur in English.
Thanks to Giacomo Tringali for finding my dinosaur in Italian.
and for his hunter eyes that caught a stage and a dragon, as if it was an every day deed.
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è un segno che sta fuori contesto.
E quel gigante che, fuori da tutte le dimensioni



