Thursday, December 23, 2010

IN THE DARK WOOD OF INTENTIONS

Io credo ch’ei credette ch’i credesse
che... (Dante)


I know you think that I only pretend not to imagine
that nobody has a clue that you only presume you don't know
that I believe that you suppose that I don’t ignore exactly
what I don’t think you even suspected I let you realise so.

What they can’t understand is that I
definitely don’t know precisely what
you can tell I only play not to know.
But well, who knows?

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