Sul Campo Del Mare - Vilenica

V2-2010.PM52156/13/100, 12:14 PMIllja Sinnered people sit about idly, black fingers that shiveringly touch thearousingly stretched strings of violoncello, moonlight that drips betweenthe eyes of a mask of demon of luck above the sculptured portal, fairhairedlady at the next table who holds a shiny hedge clipper in her velvet-glovedhand, algae overgrow me creep from my nostrils and mouthjut out from everywhere wrap up the whole world full of algae some facetiousfat Italian guy tries to wind them up on his fork like spaghetti butsoon he doesn’t feel like laughing any more he wheezes through algaeeverywhe 2 a moment of battle and on cor 2 the last splas 2Kto ty jesteś? 3My name is Legion.I close my eyes and whisper: Can these bones come to life? Can thesebones come to life? Can these bones come to life? 4Howling wind that paves its way up my ribs could hardly find an answerto that.* * *I plucked my hair even quicker cursing baron munchausen but that muddleso watery brown with a blue-grey shade was almost under my chin Iwas gesticulating like I were in a meeting and then I wiped my nose andlaughed foolishly while telling funny stories. P. sipped out of his bottle,probably without even listening to me, and then he stared with the cornerof his eye at the screen of his cellular. He spat his chewing gum intothe ashtray and took a deep breath, planning to jump into a short break inmy speech and seize the initiative with his usual, »But when we landed inSiracusa …«After we finish our drinks we take off to GUM to pick up a present forKatarina T. New Year holidays aren’t due for almost a month but the supermarketis already decorated with fir trees, garlands, glass balls and»Happy New Year« wishes. A giant inscription »Women’s underwear onsale« draws our attention and after standing there contemplatively for afew moments, we head up the stairs.I feel a certain force, laid down on my head, and pain makes me writhealong the curve, one of those that cover my paper body. A rustling is heardand then some unusual, even indecent sounds arise, they escort the egressionof the excessive air that comes out of me (in some places the materialwhich I’m made of can’t stand the tension so it rips).2A group of unconnected sounds without sense: everywhe, splas – parts of thewords: everywhere, splash.3Who are you? (in Polish, TN).4The Bible, Ezekiel 37,3.215