Schibbolet
Together with my stones,
fed
crying behind bars,
dragged me to the center of the market, where
explains that the flag
I lent oath.
Flute
doppioflauto of the night thinking dark
twin glowing
in Vienna and Madrid.
Put your flag at half mast,
memory. A half-mast
for today and forever.
Heart:
made known here,
qui, al centro del mercato.
Gridalo, lo Schibboleth
nella patria estraniata:
Febbraio. No pasaran.
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