Venezia-Istanbul

Venice instinctively reminds me of Istanbul
same buildings by the sea
red sunsets that get lost in nothingness.
D'Annunzio rode a horse with futurist fanaticism
so much passion for airplanes and legionary bands
what jokes Nature plays on man.
Give me a pack of unfiltered Camels and a minerva
and a radio news says an attacker strikes
verticalizing the penalty area...
boys, don't play too often near hospitals.
Socrates often spoke of the joys of Love
and in the students' chests, the heart almost appeared
so much so that they even offered their bodies: midsummer fires.
And the teenage years full of baptisms and communions
in the sacristy: Hail Mary.
Once we played cards with friends and for parties
we wore ties for aesthetic and social reasons; women
chose a husband by mail...
Ethics is an unconscious victim of History: yesterday I
saw two (men) embracing in a suburban cinema... and I
think about how quickly Morality changes: once Christians were killed and then they, with the excuse of witches, killed pagans.
Hail Mary.
And so the sun of the future still shines on earth
let's make room for another war.