in Fabio Cinti, Fornication, 2019
(testo di Manlio Sgalambro, musica di Franco Battiato, edizione inglese di Fornicazione, traduzione di Mauro Mazzetti)
We fornicated while the flowers opened up
In the morning and we took pleasure,
yes, each other.
Then my mind was going out,
following the sign of what it was thinking of.
A silly dirty song pushed
my rib cage down…
and the lust for holding
your tender fingers. I am free.
I wish to die through a prayer made of verses –
and rosaries of orange slices,
inspiring sea air,
and an old port rotting smell,
and rot like a rotten fish.
and rosaries of orange slices,
inspiring sea air,
and an old port rotting smell,
and rot like a rotten fish.