Il lunedì dell'Angelo

The color can be eaten or watched, it pass by Formica and becomes heaven for saints and prayers.
Prayers bend over crosswords, and the cross shows all the die faces.
The die will also be drawn, but here it is mercilessly pasted.
“Pietà” pours tears and blood, yet the sacrifice card was to be played.
Playing with taste, with rigid and ancient rules. 
Ancient like the hands that stuff the lamb or now emptied of innocence.
The innocence of a pure bottom, as of a breast that is about to be pierced.
Pierced by sword or sweetness that looking at each side.
After the “Passion” the body has surrendered.
The curtaim opens on him, and the spectators assist with hungry devotion, in a decent role.
(Lucia Grassiccia, 2014)