Il pugile sentimentale - Vinicio Capossela

Un pugno, ancora un pugno

e un altro sullo slancio

ed ecco Blek Mcigno

mi centra con un gancio

all’angolo mi spinge,

a stento me la squaglio,

un appercut mi stende,

(s? ieri stavo meglio).

E Blek Mcigno pensa,

fracassandomi una spalla

che la vita?

proprio bella,

s??

proprio una belt?.

Al sette ancora striscio

con le mie cugine in pianto,

mi alzo, tengo e sguscio

guadagno qualche punto,

non?

che io lo faccia

perch?

ho in testa qualche piano,

ma non so dar pugni in faccia

da quando ero bambino.

E Blek Macigno pensa

(e mi frantuma la mascella)

che la vita?

proprio bella

s??

proprio una belt?.

Si fischia gi?

in tribuna:

dagliene perch??

un vigliacco,

nel corpo a corpo mena,

alle corde mi rannicchio,

avanza,?

un siberiano

grossolano e assai ostinato

gli dico: vacci piano,

sei stanco, tira il fiato.

Ma lui non sta a sentirmi

e ansimando si scervella

che la vita?

proprio bella,

s?

l'?

proprio una belt?.

Mi scassa e se la spassa

con la mia incapacit?

la boxe non?

una rissa,

ma sport e bla bla bla…

Colpisce,?

un uragano,

si accascia poi stremato

e mi alzano la mano

che non ha mai picchiato.

La vita?

proprio okay

lui dice, e pensa un po',

sar?

okappa per qualcuno,

per gli altri?

kappa?.

One punch, one more punch

and another on momentum

and here is Blek Mcigno

hits me with a hook

at the corner he pushes me,

I can hardly escape,

an appercut stretches me out,

(yes? yesterday I was better).

And Blek Mcigno thinks,

smashing my shoulder

what life?

really nice,

s ??

really a belt ?.

At seven I still crawl

with my crying cousins,

I get up, hold on and slip away

I earn some points,

not?

that I do

why?

I have some plans in mind,

but I don't know how to punch in the face

since I was a child.

And Blek Macigno thinks

(and it shatters my jaw)

what life?

really nice

s ??

really a belt ?.

Is it already whistling?

in the stands:

give him why?

a coward,

in melee leads,

on the ropes I curl up,

advances ,?

a Siberian

coarse and very stubborn

I tell him: take it easy,

you're tired, he takes your breath away.

But he's not listening to me

and panting he puzzles

what life?

really nice,

s?

L'?

really a belt ?.

He breaks me down and has a great time

with my inability?

boxing is not?

a fight,

but sport and blah blah blah ...

Striking ,?

a hurricane,

he collapses then exhausted

and raise my hand

that he never hit.

The life?

just okay

he says, and thinks a little,

sar?

ok for somebody,

for others?

kappa ?.