Last Night
a man wanted to pass through me, and I was sleeping as if I had left the present world, I was carried so deeply away, and I saw his eyes,
he had small black eyes, elongated like two cheetahs,
like a willow that is just beginning to turn green it bent towards me
he left his hand on my left shoulder as if it were water,
he touched me gently as you would touch a drunken man who had fallen into a ditch and for fear of not scaring his death or the ditch, for fear of not disturbing, you would touch him with a kind of respect, you would shook him gently, gently, with love-in-the-eyes you would rock him and rock him as if you were rocking a baby in a cradle of bread like in the old days
with the astonishment of the mortal to whom the stars are not so well arranged, you stop stiffly as if by this pretty treatment, even so dead, you would still want to take something from him,
stiff as a mummy with two coins on the eyes, you look at him, from that moment you are the gambler,
but
as I was telling you, last night a man came to pass through me and I was deeply asleep, after which like a fool I turned to the other side and took him by the hand to do the rolling, like a roll of fabric we rolled, we kept rolling ...
and now he also has his night like mine where he sleeps deeply deeply away
like forgetting
until he reaches the other side...
Copyright © Maria Mitea | Year Posted 2023
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