"History of a counterfeiter"
silhouetted against a blue backdrop, perhaps
Home was
butter and the roof shingles
synthetic, as do not say! At the bottom of a fake
Montarozzo
glimpsed a fake well, from the bottom of which the truth
never, never retract.
And the lady in a dress that would be fine-
-
guaranteed to be a peasant farce,
appeared before me. And my little bouquet
seemed pale in the garden
of fake red roses and blue
that shone more.
From a fake grass lawn, then
took me into his home, where he was already
, without consumption,
a fire that gave no smoke! In front of a console
fake
aligned in a row on
library pretend, of course, false books
taken by weight.
False armor, carpets
false false picture of the walls,
fake pearls, fake jewelry, hairpieces
nails, dyed hair, fake beauty spots on her cheeks
,
a false floor, false
notes that not even a dovevan bit '
ivory elephants, no!
Beneath the faux candle
- but I do not know what was true -
said, "The heart has prevailed!
Thou my first faux pas! "
virgin False, false to the drought,
false modesty and false
also fallen angels without wings
by artificial paradises.
The only thing, perhaps, true, in this story
insincere
against whom I have not
worth trying to challenge the false,
was my passion for her
and thick here, next to a lung, when she fell in love
a true count of Salò.
occasion, good Cupid
behaved treacherous, false witness
a true and even Venus, dammit!
but switching from
dumb if I did not say in the story
that if anything is to her that I
a bit 'of genuine relief.
© version Italian Salvo Lo Galbo
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