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  • Mothers to the collapse, sons to the collar, beheaded fathers , stabbing families , welcoming, affiliates/sharp. The litters of rabbits are now a mechanical movement to throw away, the blade instead of love, gouge and deformed.
    The cradle of the world. But the baby is not there, his spirit is gone. Masks and mascara. The great god Pan is dead, and there will no forest for crying him.
    A long exhausted procession, of Wise Men, shepherds and impostors. They reach the cradle, bringing garbage as gifts. Nobody sees the baby, the baby is all around, soft, invisible. The silent screams...

    Madri al collasso, figli al collare, padri decollati, e famiglie accoltellate, accoglienti, affiliate/affilate. Le figliate dei conigli ora sono un movimento meccanico a perdere; sembrano cuccioli ma sono trucioli, lama al posto dell'amore, sgorbia e deformi
    La culla del mondo. Ma il bambino non c'è, lo spirito è andato via. Maschere e mascara. Il grande dio Pan è morto, e non ci sarà un bosco a piangerlo.
    Una lunga processione sfinita, di re magi, pastori e impostori. Arrivano alla culla, con regali immondizia. Nessuno vede il bambino, il bambino è tutto attorno, sfumato, invisibile. Le urla silenziose...
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