Many years ago a young Italian on holiday in Yugoslavia learned from other countrymen met one night in a disco, that it was possible to take much more pleasure by going to the Dominican Republic. The following year, the young man set off full of enthusiasm for this far country, on the safest plane and with his best clothes. On arrival in Santo Domingo he found a reality very different from the one he imagined; so he decided to turn back, but the expensive ticket’s date of return could not be moved and he was obliged to remain.
As the rain
waters lawns,
snow whitens
valleys, waves
You sold me for nothing,
yet for me
you were valuable…
You’ve outflanked me
Poem of a life
History of who leave
the imprisonment of the big,
descends from the carousel