First prize

When I get home,
night deep night,
I live perfect moments.
Silence, furrowed by the Lambro river
flows, divided and univocal.

To my footsteps, remotely hinted at,
are activated
hairy tails and ears.

To return, welcomed by wolves and tigers of my pack


makes me feel

By Night,
like words of deep black ink
By the River,
like a man peacefully drowning
By Silence,