crystals shells, glass, pearl and metal swim in the water, settle on the bottom, above the sand. Shine the light of the August sun, a sun tired, sick. My skin white, clean and reflects all radius. I feel eyes on me. I look down. The sand and slimy rushes through my fingers. It dissolves quickly in water making it cloudy. There is the smell of rotten fish.
I want to find life in puddles along the pier, but there you see only death. Foam carcinogen and death. Exaggerated. Dark clouds of tiny fish eat what is left attached to the bottom of the boats moored in the harbor, incredible parasites elegant and sinuous.
refresh old fisherman cut the wrinkles from the sun and salt in the shadow of a rusty shed. Joke and laugh with each other in dialect. A poster White stands on their heads, saying 'Swimming and English in San Benedetto'. Then I think the rats are hiding somewhere, watching us and waiting for the right moment to come out.
The square seems to never end and I hope that a little 'breeze will be able to freshen up her neck. I'm afraid to fall in, I think about it constantly, then I guess. I smile bitterly seeing drowning. I feel the breath become faster. I feel the tension stiffening the muscles.
In Library vague for a while 'before deciding who would ask what I'm trying everything easier. Maybe it was always like that. Maybe not always.
The reflection in the window shows me a picture of me that seems far away. I do not recognize my face. This envelope that contains me is not me, not mine. This face is only vaguely similar to mine. Undone. I am undone. The eyes are the same, even though the clothes have a different way to rest my body. The skin, moles, freckles are the same. But I do not recognize. I am undone.
pass the language on the back of his hand to sample. I smell the sea, its grainy flavor slowly dissolve on your tongue. Shiver down my spine to the head, neck, breast.
close my eyes taking refuge in the darkness that greets me in the eye. I hate the summer. Summer is the season of the sad and idle. As always look for the fall or rise again to die.
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