Because On Tuesday There Was Rain Again

(for MLC)

Most nights I wish the train would never come to slide between
those
credible

porticos like a key, not because there is warmth and comfort
within
because

often there is not but because it is in motion because it rumbles
with
the

visceral friction of smashing the laws of inertia and it is just my luck
to
have

gotten on, for once not mute, not fidgeting and doubtful about the means
and
the

destination and what is written in the schedule but fully in flight and
delirious
with

trust that this time, this time we will get somewhere, this time I will
know
the

names of the stations as we pass, and the rain outside and the black
streets
full

of long accusatory inquiries of light will be scenery and

nothing
whatever

to do with me.

____________________

Read the above poem in Italian, translated by Isabella Zani.

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Posted on 17 January 2006, in Write ... che ti passa. Bookmark the permalink. 1 Comment.

  1. >visceral frictin… smashing…-very powerful words and nicely used.Interesting

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