Alexandria, October 3, 1966
Hour of the Wolf. In
hidden corner of Piazza Garibaldi,
confusion in the market,
a toothless old woman sitting on
step of the platform extends a hand deformed by years
and asks you to bend down for a moment.
But do not stop, do not be
pity.
Right there, two steps away from manhole,
opens
the flaw size.
Laugh for hours in the white city by the shining glass towers
you have built on our land.
encircle well, unaware, with your shiny machines
the meadows of emerald
be happy and prosper with your children. We
meanwhile, silent, ignored,
darkness of nights,
continue to dig your graves.
After two days of drizzle thin and moisture that will drench the bones, it seems impossible that 45 years ago I saw a city Alexandria as shining towers of glass, but it is true that six to 20 years filled with an optimism that borders on insanity, but then with time passes and you see the reality in all its terrifying aspects. You know that I am a bit 'spilled. Good day to you all.
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