Do you remember the streets were full of that shiny sirocco
That transforms the abused reality and makes it unreal
The towers seemed to rise in a broad baroque gesture
And in Via dei Giudei, sailing ships flew like in a canal port
You behind the glass of an impersonal bar
Sitting at a table like a French poet
With your usual face open to doubts
And a bit of routine red inside the glass
I thought of entering to stay together and drink
And chat about clouds

But she arrived hurriedly dancing in the rose
Of a percale dress that hugged her hips
And she began to talk and ordered something
While in the renewed sky, clouds ran in flocks
And tears were added to the milk of that tea
And hands drew dreams and certainties
But I knew how you felt crushed
Between her and the other one you couldn't leave
Between your two children and one and the other morality
How you seemed nailed down

She got up with a final gesture
Then left without looking back
While that wind filled her
With impossible memories
Of confusion and images

He stayed like someone who doesn't know what to do
Still looking for who knows what solution
But it's better then a single day to remember
Than to fall back into a new always identical reality

Now I really don't know where she ended up
If she gave birth to a child or how she invents her evenings, he
Lives alone and divides his life
Between work, useless verses, and the routine of a glass
If only that sirocco wind really blew
And came every day to push us to look
Behind the abused face of things
In the dark labyrinths of houses
Behind the secret mirror of every face
Inside of us

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