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The cage
Roberto Marzano
( Genoa, Italy)
Poor little sick wrens
featherless souls without comfort
thrown into the cage from the cradle
with noisy games, murderous nurses
that scratch the open wide eyelids
they stifle the sprouts of hope
ears fooled into dull thuds
repetitive just enough
to make himself believe music really
and in their hearts they think they like it
as canaries think they are home
the cold bars of the hanging aviary ...
Born from eggs laid in chains
unable to dream of true freedom
than in their short striped life
they have never been able to peck
and drunk of common sense inoculated by force
they point to the sparrows that fly singing
as if they were crazy to be locked up.
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Roberto Marzano, Genoa, Italy, 1959, poet and storyteller "without a tie", guitarist and extravagant songwriter. Staggering between feelings and visions, he poetize of the ultra-popular neighborhoods where he lived, of closed bars, vagrants, drunks, diabolical televisions, crazy loves, metaphysical supermarkets, hairdressers, night owls and inanimate objects to which he gives a voice. A poetry full of originality and the pungent irony that has already distinguished him in the field of songwriting. His musical-poetic performances are much applauded: colorful paintings where the verses blend with the guitar’s strings, in a fun and original collage of hendecasyllables, jeers and crackling songs that deliberately arouse surprise and hilarity.
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