Lecce 2022 Colours - Poetry on Rolling Shutters

Just beyond Porta San Biagio

 

 

Poésie sur volet roulant

 

Sale e scende

Come una campana

E poi s’involge e si svolge come

Le spire d’un serpente attorno al collo

E ritorna, come un treno in corsa

Si stende, di nuovo, come

Un pugile sfinito, curva su curva

Curva dopo curva, hai perso la via

 

Nelle viscere di un albero scuoiato

C’è quell’oro dentro al fango

Che lí è nato e lí ci resta

@ Centro Storico di Lecce

 

 

Ups and downs

Just like a bell tower

And then it gets involved and unfolds like

Snake spirals around his neck

And she's back like a racing train

Laying down again like

A worn out boxer, curve on curve

Turn after turn you lost your way

And you hit the ground

You step on that land and never look at it

In the eyes of beholder

On the legs of who stays

 

In the bowels of a tanned tree

There's that gold in the mud

Who was born there and will stay there

@ Historic Center of Lecce

Done