la guerra che vorrei

The war that I
It should not be called
With no word
And even being seriously
With blood and guns.
Should belong to smile,
Blue sky and the moon,
Should play in the fields
And then the sound of a burst balloon.
The war that I
I would do with paper,
And with certain aircraft designed
And then thrown in the air with his fingers
The frenzy of the world that glitters,
Burn, runs well and dreams.
The war I would like so ....
As a pure game for children,
As he watches and kidnapped his nose upward
the flight of a simple agile kite