ho postato I received this photo yesterday and shortly after this poem, posted in another blog, aaa academy affannati.blogspot.com hungry. through sagebrush Comina.
the photo is from the site stockfood.it
Onion
Onion is another thing.
innards do not.
Fully
onion until onion.
Onion out
onion to the heart,
could look inside
without feeling fear.
in us unknown and forests
skin barely covered,
interior of hell,
violent anatomy, but in
onion - onion,
not twisted bowels.
you over and over again naked
down to the bottom and so on.
consistent and the onion,
successful is the onion.
In one here is another, more
in A minor,
in the following the next
that the third and fourth.
A centripetal escape.
echo in chorus composed.
The onion, agrees:
the most beautiful belly of the world.
In its praise of halos
itself is wrapped in a circle. In
us - fat, nerves, veins,
mucus and secretions.
E remains denied to us
the idiocy of perfection.
W. Szymborska
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