Sul Campo Del Mare - Vilenica

V2-2010.PM5916/13/100, 12:13 PMVeronika DintinjanaSul Campo Del Mareto leave earlywhile the light is softand dust clings to the surfaceswhile the wall breathes through the mouths of shadowsand drinks in the morning’s coolnessuntil it opens wideinto a window and flies offto the white ceiling of day* * *your bed has become a chessboardpressed to its edge you wait for the black piecesto overpower you, so that you may leave ityou would concede, if it were up to you,let beginners play to the end, you taught meyou are losing for the first time, the going is slow and difficultdementia eats away the pawns of your wordsthe hippocampus is becoming a field after the battle,you are alone and expect no reinforcementsthe empty rows multiply, empty spacesyour eyes sparkle when you recognize me,looking as from afar, you lose yourselfI call out your name, I caress you,this is how I measure the time that remains to usin this low field, before defeat91