The bench has moved
ohhhh, I’ve fallen on the yellow leaves
of this unseen autumn.
Aligi recited poetry
Fiore followed the wind.
Ideas in the vortex
Aligi opened my skull,
and threw my thoughts
right into Fiore’s face.
An immensity of space opened up,
infinity swallowed us.
We couldn’t stop our laughter.
Then the closed doors,
the fastened padlocks,
Aligi’s voice deaf,
Fiore’s flight broken.
Brightly lit streets,
flashy people,
shining legs,
decorated shoulders,
forced smiles,
hypocrisy on the walls.
And we in the different light,
outside the city,
far from our falseness.
translated by Brenda Porster