Katwijk AAN ZEE, NL
Teams: La Lazio
to The One...
TO GIOVANNI DA PISTOJA
ON THE PAINTING OF THE SISTINE CHAPEL
Like cats of Lombardy and other places
Stagnant and stale, I've grown a goitre here;
Under my chin my belly will appear,
Each the other's rightful stance displaces.
My beard turns heavenward, my mind seems shut
Into a casket. With my breast I make
A shield. My brush moves quickly, colours break
Everywhere, like a street mosaic-cut.
My loins are thrust into my belly and
I use my bottom now to bear the weight
Of back and side. My feet move dumb and blind.
In front my skin is loose and yet behind
It stretches taut and smooth, is tight and straight.
I am a Syrian bow strained for the pull -
A hard position whence my art may grow.
Little, it seems, that's strong and beautiful
Can come from all the pains I undergo.
Giovanni, let my dying art defend
Your honour, in this place where I am left
Helpless, unhappy, even of art bereft.
...E Caro:...I Primi Della Capitale Siamo NOI!!
Primi a nascere...
...Ultimi a morire!
106 Anni di Storia
Gioia e Dolore
Last edited by Lazia; January 10th, 2005 at 22:36.