Bastava che l'ombra sorgesse dall'angolo più quieto della stanza,
O vegliasse dietro la nostra porta socchiusa -
La fine pioggia ai vetri, un pezzo di latta che gemesse nel vento:
Noi sapevamo già di appartenete alla morte
Margherita Guidacci
the room is dark
entirely
and almost empty
except for a pain in the center of the bed
a body dropped onto a mattress
with no muscle
an empty body
filling the bed with
dark matter
just a shape
carved in the space of a room
and no light
no sound only
time and a great pain
working its way inwards
and out
towards life.
2 comments:
seems to me like an answer to my apartment. far fetched? i take joy in thinking we can yield inspiration to one another.
it wasn't purposely an answer (there is nobody and no memory in this room) though i did read your apartment many times. as for the inspiration, i too like to believe it's reciprocal.
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