Expo and the Dust

EXPO and the dust

Spring is the season during which the sky opens
Flowers blossom and loves blossom
Flowerbeds and parks turn into that blu and that yellow of the couples and the newborn buds
Migrants come back from the South and just before that the first dawn lights shine, you can hear them sing
Their voice is a breach in the silence of the streets orphaned of cars' noises
Days, getting longer, get their strength back and warm up, to explode, then, in bronze-coloured and  burning settings
Meanwhile
In the greycity spring cleaning are being made
Important works
Lanza's underground station closed for the past three months, streets and sidewalks refurbished, railway link's stops grubbed and repainted
Security force's cars patrol districts and bandits and gipsy are not showing up, indeed it seems there's been an amazing increase in applications to be part of benedictine monasteries
Museums are opened from morning to evening and stuck up admittances insomuch as the Natural History is about to get another seat in the Arab Emirates
The municipality has even sent a crack team in each borough that ,thanks to some innovative hypnotic/motivational techniques, teach dogs to not only pick up their organic waste but also to seat on the appropriate hygienic services

The wind perfumes Milan spring's air

It seems that Pisapia is keeping his promises
He has opened the wet dock (Darsena) and the highly acclaimed cycle paths
The orange Revolution
For the period from May to September everything will have to be clean and neat
They're polishing panes, cleaning toilets, ironing shirts and taking out the trash

Everything (is) perfect

The only problem still not solved by the City Administration seems to be the dust
After having swept the grounds, it forgot to collect it and it has gone everywhere

- During these days I had to go to that joyful place that is the DMV (department of motor vehicles)
The street that leads to this splendid palace is the same that leads to the Great Exhibition
Being my only current means of transport, in these spring's days I'm going by bike-

And here, it is where did all the Milan dust has gone to lie
It completely went down the streets that lead to Rho
It's impossible to breath
You can't breath
The air is full of dust that a bit falls from earthmoving tracks, a bit is lifted up off the ground and a bit goes out from tailpipes
It's impossible to breath and you can't breath
But not only
The dust is so concentrated that even eyes are bothered
You can't keep them completely opened
You must put a pair of sunglasses on

Is this the development fragrance?
What would Mr. Expo want to tell me ?

"Listen, dude, I'm doing the Great Spring Cleaning, I have no time to answer."
" no, Mr. Expo, you're cleaning a fuck; to sweep the dust under the carpet is not cleaning up."
"But, look, the city brightens!"
"Can I ask you something?"
"no."
"Do you brush your teeth?"
"Of course."
"So, wasn't maybe better to brush them all?"
"Pardon?"
"Except for the first four, all your teeth are black."

The dust is Expo black teeth

The dust is the that stands behind Expo
The dust is to feed a fuck except for some tourist voluptuous and fatty, without giving a fuck of who really doesn't have the tears to cry
The dust is the bad smell of industry and development which sickens the avenue that connects the greycity to the Expo Fair
The dust expression exponential of the capital, for which the name of the Prime God of Economy nothing cares, both the unbreathable air and putrescent streets

Birds anyway don't give a fuck
Their, that is also ours, spring's idyll isn't even touched by the dust
Surely, the dust catches them making their eyes red, and is swallowed
Have you ever heard a swallow cough?

The maleficent game of Mr. Expo, and his consequent Great Spring Cleaning, can't do anything else but strike a smile on everyone looking face with a bit of attention
Obviously it isn't a smile as the powerful's, the enriches', the gangsters', the capitalists', fake and decayed; it works a little to brush just the first four teeth, if bacterials and worms eat your mouth.
And, I'm sorry Mr. Expo, but your mouth is just like that
Nevertheless
Milan will be clean and neat for the next 6 months
And the fat Japanese tourists who take photos of dogs shits will be happy and surely will give a lively push to the deadly economy of the Bel Paese
And everyone will have the occasion of not having occasions and of working for free for this fuckin Japaneses, participating at the Country GDP (Grubby Domestic Product) increase
And everyone will smile, as a porn star smiles and pleases with a pole in the ass
And the capital will triumph another time enriching and fattening
And no one will notice the dust because at Expo people will go by car or by train
And you?
Did you even want the air to breath?