It’s winter already –
locked
doors and windows
keep out the cold
the warm days
of laughter and song
will never come back –
people freezing
in the streets
don’t think of them anymore:
dream that disappears at waking
when one cuddles
in search of warmth
on trees
naked
crows croak
I
(like others)
keep the fire going
Translated from the Italian by Licia Canton.
First published in Accenti Magazine, Issue 1
