Two months have passed since his arrest, on 18th March in Frankfurt. Now Fede is awaiting trial in wich he will be judged. Here is the last poem that he sent us. Almost a therapy to resist until the day he qill leave his cell [Skip to Italian version]
— translated by Emilia Melossi
Drawing by Marc Chagall
Ahahah, the jail
— by Federico Annibale
«Ahaha»
«What the fuck are you laughing about?»
«Ahaha»
«For what absurd reason are you laughing?»
«Ahahah»
«How can you laugh, how can you be happy?»
«Ahahah»
«Can’t you see the bars?
Can’t you see the Neapolitan’s tears?
Don’t you miss your freedom?»
«Ahahah»
«How? How? How do you do it?
It’s sorcery, there is no happiness here in jail.
You’re crazy!
I cry, I despair.
Suicide wakes me up at night and forces me to stare at the razor blades.
Desperation hangs me each night
And the jail resurrects me in the morning.
My agony knows no peace».
«Ahahah»
«Stop it! Tell me – how you do it
What is the diabolical source of your happiness?
You are in prison here just like me, so why don’t you grieve?»
«Do you want to know why I laugh, why I am happy?»
«Yeah, I want to know».
«Because otherwise I will lose, I will die.
I will drown in this hell-cell,
in the rotten food they give us,
in the tales of misery I hear.
Because the people who want me in jail gave me the gun.
Loaded.
They don’t pull the trigger,
they leave that burden to me.
Self-annihilation is the formula.
Pain, cold, bars, distance, sadness, brutality,
the ingredients.
But you know what?
I am happy. I laugh, I laugh.
Ah,
ahah,
ahahah.
This way I overcome everything
and I will win.
Like an incinerator,
I will turn shit into energy.
And then I will get out.
Ahahah»
