lunedì 19 luglio 2010


I write down, red on red.
I'm not a painstaking person, I call off, sometimes retrieve, more often just freeze out, forget, or rush. Out of any due course.
In this heatwave I build up a new time, which slows in my fingers,
No things at once, but my threads go together sometimes, not on a line and without any logical order, 
But in the end my day is done.

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