A poetry by Ettore Trozzi (traslation by Italian).
Nobody wants to name it,
They don’t want to vaccine it.
Afraid of five letters,
In my opinion not luciferal ones.
I don’t understand,
and meanwhile I cram.
I Want, I Want,
A mistake
To say, to say,
Don’t undergo,
Mafia I want to say!
But not to the members of the Mafia,
I want to say it to the State!
Why hide it?
Should I bite my tongue?
Homicides, prices to pay,
And why do you make it non-political?
I want more attention,
And not only intention
I want more arrests,
And not only gestures!
I want Italy like it was,
And not crazy people in tutu
I want brave people,
And not tiresome.
I would like that
Italy
Wouldn’t be only “Little Italy”
But also
“Big Italy”.
Nobody wants to name it,
They don’t want to vaccine it.
Afraid of five letters,
In my opinion not luciferal ones.
I don’t understand,
and meanwhile I cram.
I Want, I Want,
A mistake
To say, to say,
Don’t undergo,
Mafia I want to say!
But not to the members of the Mafia,
I want to say it to the State!
Why hide it?
Should I bite my tongue?
Homicides, prices to pay,
And why do you make it non-political?
I want more attention,
And not only intention
I want more arrests,
And not only gestures!
I want Italy like it was,
And not crazy people in tutu
I want brave people,
And not tiresome.
I would like that
Italy
Wouldn’t be only “Little Italy”
But also
“Big Italy”.







