Milan, December 28, 2020
A moonless window
A balcony full of plants
A roof covered with snow
A puddle that is way too deep
Wet cold shoes
A radiator hisses
A lung wheezes
The walls vibrate with pleasure
A lengthy crack
Joyless, aging window fixtures
Keys and latches
That no longer match
All the rings of a shower curtain lie in a row
Like silver soldiers at rest
The mirror reflects past lives
The moon is at its zenith
A distant lighthouse is embraced by the clouds
Airplanes rest their tired wings
Nature continues its cyclic course
Hot and cold
North and South
The land awakens and goes to bed impassively
The city viewed from above at night
Resembles the queen's diamonds
Rivers and roads are interchangeable
The boat keels and
The car wheels alternate
There’s a pit stop on the satellite
And then the journey continues
Always higher and higher
Traveling alone
Or with someone
The toes are cold
The shoes sweaty
The bathtub
A spy’s nest
Frequencies that almost go unnoticed
Sound waves
Immerse themselves
Voices from the Beyond
The radiator gasps
At a dance rhythm
Unappealing music
In the listless night
We jump and dance
In the underground tunnels
The humidity lingers
In the cages of the phantom zoo
Stones blend in with the concrete
The concrete hides among the stones
Dry leaves await their turn
To go and rest on the soft earth of the park
The arches, the discs, the sloping roofs, windows large and small
Support the asymmetrical geometry of the city
A greeting, a smile, a gaze
Weary eyes, a moonless night
