or that house or us?
I had to tell him those words
which could change the light
in any room
the past the future the song of the birds
bringing nothing but pain
after that I went into the kitchen
- that place where life keeps on boiling -
I made cream of wheat for the kids
ate some without thinking
all of a sudden I felt very dizzy
two woodpeckers of the same size
with their furry noses
hammering away
on my brain and my chest.
I had to find a place
for myself I came up to my room
and went on reading
the falling girl by dino buzzati
I have watched marta
not dying
but melting like wax
into this welcoming long-lasting earth
