I still taste the ash
in the tears
of the woman
who picked me up that day
but now
though memory still scorches
new life
and smiles exist
The neofascist bombing of Bologna railway station took place on 02 August 1980.
G was born on 02 August 2016.
my love is like
my love is like
the late train coming
the late train coming
my love is like
the late train coming
coming down the track
olive grove
sun beats down
wind drops
olive grove a car park
full moon mastery
shadows filter as his hand hovers above the silver coin
decisions must be made, lives shaped
the moon drowns out the stars
The old lady in the laundrette
The old lady in the laundrette offered to help me fold my sheets.
Are you left handed, she asked.
No signora, but my mother-in-law was.
That explains a lot, she said.
Awake in the night
Awake in the night
I confuse the sound of the palms
with the sound of the sea
and imagine I have slept on the beach.
When I awake there is no one
but the heat.
Wish you
wish
wish you
wish you
wish you were
wish you were
still here
I wish you were still here
where goes your heart
where goes your heart
when you are running
where goes your heart
when thoughts are free
where goes your heart
when you are walking
where goes your heart
when you see me
sea time, night
north breeze on wet skin shivers
white horses under a midnight moon
hands touching hands sparking fire
His shadow led him
His shadow led him as he walked away from evening.
Turning to catch the falling of the sun, the path of his life was clear, scuffed through the grass of experience and forgotten lovers.
He turned away again and closed his heart. Forward, always forward, until the end.
simonsalento 