the whole day is a Moslem holiday here
and instead of watching a movie
or going to the usual white sandy beach
and have a sun bath
i preoccupied myself with reading
cases about void and annulled marriages
on so many grounds from alcoholism
to genital incompatibility to
until my eyes get so tired that
i decided to lay my body on a bamboo hammock
and have my own kind of swing
like i am a wall clock
taking my own rhythm and beat
there are so many of them in my country too
those who think that marriage as an institution
has become a mental asylum
with numbered wards and screaming patients
straitjacketed to traditions and
but enough of these stupidities and
for the meantime i will read the latest
poems of Carlo Betocci
something about summer and the shadows
of mulberry trees
about images that must comfort us
in these times
of my doubts and feelings of loss.
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