My book will certainly run to many volumes,
embracing every known variety of man and woman.
(Virginia Woolf, The waves)
Come a scuola (e mattina ero ancora)
quasi un sacco di sargia la pelle
che il mio corpo sbagliato nasconde.
Ora è un peso la sera e mi inghiotte
Sono flutti i pensieri che lenti
la risacca maltratta e gli scogli.
Inquietudine sono le onde
dentro d’ogni me stessa e uno strappo.
– The waves –
As at school (and I was till my morning)
my skin is like a brown serge’s bag
that my wrong body holds and hides too.
Now the night is a weight and me swallows
My thoughts are as some billows that slow
the backwash abuses on the reefs.
Restlessness are the waves inside me
anxiety of each myself and a tear.
(to Virginia and her faces: Susan, Jinny, Rhoda, Louis, Nevil ed above all Bernard)
Tursday, 22th november 2012
The skin of the angels 