"But what kind of Italy was it?" Poem by Flavio Santi
"But what kind of Italy was it?"
"But what kind of Italy was it?"
"Pasolini was about to die, Mina sung Sei grande grande
grande, magnets were being charged with negative
storms, the Christian-Democrat Party was about to compromise
our pants were belled
and we were used
to one another
like a dog to its master.
People continued to drop dead
in your face on a casual chess-board"
"I understand . . ."
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