Denise Milani's Nippel

The black man's black poverty.



I had in mind an article on the situation of Rosarno, and ready sources of food for thought. This morning I turn on the PC and say "ok, I just half an hour free, let's draw something, even if the pain I feel for these events takes my desire to write." Just go into facebook to see the updates of the channels, I read the verses very beautiful, and I am convinced as on other occasions, leaving to others the opportunity to get to the heart and mind in a different way always something that comes so powerfully exploited , politicized or, on the other side, too moralistic. Happy reading, I recommend a minimum, a bit of empathy.


Consider if this is a man of
Adriano Sofri

"Again, consider new
If this is a man,
As a toad in January,
that starts when it is dark and fog
And back when fog and darkness,
that he fell to the edge of a road,
smells of kiwi and orange Christmas
knows three languages \u200b\u200band did not speak any,
which counts in mice for his supper, What
two strips of Commons,
An asylum application,
A degree in engineering, a photograph,
And hidden under the cardboard, and sleep on cartons of
Rognetta,
Under a roof asbestos O
homeless
Fa-fire with the rubbish,
who sits in his place,
Nowhere,
And if it comes out after the shooting,
"made a mistake!"
course I was wrong, The Black Man

the misery black
black labor, and Milan, for the alms of mitigating

write large: NEGRO,
Discarded by a corporal, a spit
poor fellow local
beaten by his masters,
Chased by their dogs, your dogs
What envy, envy
What jail
(A good place to hang)
peeing with dogs,
That bites dogs without a master,
who lives in a No and No,
between a municipality and a police station for mafia
Ultima Reception Centre,
And when he dies, a collection of his brothers
one euro per hour
This refers beyond the sea, as well
the desert to his land - "In this country!"
forget that this was,
That this is now,
What state is this, your saggetti
Reread the problem that you

taken away for security, Congo, Guatemala,
warmth and write, neither here nor there,
Neither goodness, the stuff of Caritas, nor
Brutality, the stuff of Home Affairs,
warm, like a cap by night, And take my eyes off

That this is not a woman
From this it is not a man who has no woman

And the children, if children are far apart,
And pray again
that your children not to twist the faces from you. "

Yes. is just" that "Adriano Sofri, but right now counts for little compared to the verses that really struck me and many other people. The right / ability to express does not cover the topic of the day or other assessments of any kind, even if possible, but this is not the place.