by Menotti Lerro
Upon this paper my life is written,
a tree doubled over in pain.
The red ink flows over the skin,
full stops and commas are hair and stars:
eyes of sea left on ships,
destroyed houses, rusting girders.
This paper is as black as the storm,
destroyed villages where there is no fiesta.
This paper burns as reason does,
lightning in the sky flashes in its millions.
This paper is a sky where there is no God,
this paper is alone…
this paper does not fly…
this paper… it is I.
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ABOUT THE POET ~
Menotti Lerro (22 February 1980) is an Italian poet, writer, playwright, librettist and academic, born in Omignano, Salerno. His work explores matters of social alienation and existensialism, the physicality and vulnerability of the body, the interpretation of memories, the meaning of objects and philosophical importance of human identity. In 2015 he published "Donna Giovanna, L'ingannatrice di Salerno", an innovative feminine and bisexual version of the mythical figure of "Don Juan, El Burladod de Sevilla", while in 2018 he wrote "Il Dottor Faust", an original version of the character of Faust. In addition he is the author of a "New Manifesto on the Arts" (with Antonello Pelliccia) and the founder of the Empathic movement (Empathism) that arose in Italy at the beginning of 2020.
Last updated January 27, 2024