Pierluigi Rossi

Il peso? Dipende

Categoria: Globish

Searching for the news

Searching for the news

about fear, here

I am

what I am.


Haiku on my

Haiku on my

mind, surrouding my file –

Oh, firstly first!

What I want is

What I want is

what I want, nothing new –

sssss… – Fall is falling.


Language yo know,

streaming the same, glu-glu,

take this, this one.


Opzioni imperative

Push or pull.

Laugh or cry.

Come or go.

Love or hate.

Live or die.

Talk or…

shut up.

Not finished

Forever dear was to me

This lonely hill that

Keep out much

Of the last horizon.



…the sound… of silence?…



Here? … Now?… Sure?


Through the words

through the words

through the bodies

all around

so and so


honey, please,

tell me about

your favorite



(Benvenute tutte le osservazioni al mio uso incompetente dell’anglo-americano.)

There was once a mute stone. Every stone, we know, is mute, but this one was the mutest. A man came e walked aroud it, still loking for some words… Nothing to do, the source was dry. This way, the man sat down and waited. No one knows how long he waited, we only know that the stone spoke.


My neck was under my head

and my sight upon my feet… till

this amazing morning.