My Nose Is Itching Myth

Gian Paolo Ragni, a way of life


[ Trees in winter. Photos of Marzia Poerio]


We tried one day to find a way
of life that can not be solved in
denial of desire, in the bare survival.

Still others, after us, they frantically tried
to reopen the street, follow it naive,
There was collapsed under their feet.

Now late start for us: we watch them
Running forward, as they knew where the goal is,
We hope for their future different from ours.

Then again this takes hold. AUTHOR'S NOTE





I thought of the young fellows I know, the quiet confidence with which I see them address these difficult times, and I also thought of my old comrades, the pride and bitterness that we feel for having lived together since "insane times, have gone around at night with a heart full of prophecies that have since come to pass.

I finally got this thing would be, I fear presumptuously, Montalian.

"A A." is not going to round trip, is a dedication to Rudi, the friend, with whom I shared days, nights, sunrises and rainbows when the sky fell to earth.