A carpet of potatoes and red soil
Damn! a lecherous flower-painted nail just broke
and all for grabbing a fertilizer-sprayed potato!
Désirée burst out singing: Volare oh oh, cantare oh oh
The cry of pain dispersed across the vastness of white seeds.
Panting, she got the engine going and was ready to start.
The red one fidgets on top, sucking the air,
watching Aladdin fooling around on a carpet of red soil
thinking genies, stretching out to a lull, until
nine nails grab and rub it
and chuck it in a diamond-shaped box.
The remaining nail polish dissolves in flaming soil.
No trace of colour or flowers on the tiny seed.
Scared, it hides and dreams of roots spread underneath a nail.
Stumbling and making assumptions, it dries,
dreams of departing and landing distraught
on a dry scorched road.
A carpet of red soil. Potatoes stagger and struggle
face down, troubled at the thought of others
burnt up and of the broken nail.
Moisture swells up as it’s time to depart.
Translated from the Maltese by Claudia Gauci
A carpet of potatoes and red soil
Damn! a lecherous flower-painted nail just broke
and all for grabbing a fertilizer-sprayed potato!
Désirée burst out singing: Volare oh oh, cantare oh oh
The cry of pain dispersed across the vastness of white seeds.
Panting, she got the engine going and was ready to start.
The red one fidgets on top, sucking the air,
watching Aladdin fooling around on a carpet of red soil
thinking genies, stretching out to a lull, until
nine nails grab and rub it
and chuck it in a diamond-shaped box.
The remaining nail polish dissolves in flaming soil.
No trace of colour or flowers on the tiny seed.
Scared, it hides and dreams of roots spread underneath a nail.
Stumbling and making assumptions, it dries,
dreams of departing and landing distraught
on a dry scorched road.
A carpet of red soil. Potatoes stagger and struggle
face down, troubled at the thought of others
burnt up and of the broken nail.
Moisture swells up as it’s time to depart.
Translated from the Maltese by Claudia Gauci
A carpet of potatoes and red soil
Damn! a lecherous flower-painted nail just broke
and all for grabbing a fertilizer-sprayed potato!
Désirée burst out singing: Volare oh oh, cantare oh oh
The cry of pain dispersed across the vastness of white seeds.
Panting, she got the engine going and was ready to start.
The red one fidgets on top, sucking the air,
watching Aladdin fooling around on a carpet of red soil
thinking genies, stretching out to a lull, until
nine nails grab and rub it
and chuck it in a diamond-shaped box.
The remaining nail polish dissolves in flaming soil.
No trace of colour or flowers on the tiny seed.
Scared, it hides and dreams of roots spread underneath a nail.
Stumbling and making assumptions, it dries,
dreams of departing and landing distraught
on a dry scorched road.
A carpet of red soil. Potatoes stagger and struggle
face down, troubled at the thought of others
burnt up and of the broken nail.
Moisture swells up as it’s time to depart.
Translated from the Maltese by Claudia Gauci
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