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Italian

Urlo, grido, impreco. Tu inganni, balbetti, boffonchi, fuggi,
tutti ridono.
I gatti strusciano, la padella sfrigola. E voi tutti capite: io non amo, tollero. Travolgo, consumo, cestino ed archivio. Non decifro, lei s'incupisce, si cela.
Il televisore riposa, la penna si ritrae. La strada rumoreggia, il traffico assorda
e il ritardo ammonta ad una vita.

English

I scream, I shout, I curse. You trick, you mumble, flee,
everyone laughs.
Cats screech, the frying pan sizzles. And you all understand: I do not love, I tolerate. I overwhelm, consume, trash and archive. I do not decipher, she darkens, she hides.
The television rests, the pen retracts. The road rumbles, the traffic deafens
and the delay amounts to a lifetime.
🤣 sounds about right
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Can you explain what you mean?
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I like that you have included the translation, although I'm sure something is lost when not reading it in Italian.
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The essence is to reduce what's written to its bones. Just verbs and a subject. Do we need something else to express discomfort (or joy)?
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Poetry in foreign language is like having a shower with a coat on, innit?
But the gist is there
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