A tiny list of things I love
There is no real need
To make a list
But I wanted to remind my Self
to cope with the Anger.
The Wild takes the lead
Like Björk,
unhinged, unexpected,
unreliable,
under
foot, earth turns.
Anesthetize by Porcupine Tree
An early bird – 4 AM
Chirping by my balcony.
A pine sapling in a forest
Surrounded by its family and friends
Protecting from heat, and feeding
Him/her/them with nutrients I cannot see.
Tiny beings.
Puppies – kittens
Babies crying in the bus.
Toddlers visiting Campus Westend.
Going for a walk
Aimlessly in the city
Or aimly in a forest
In utter silence
Hunting for herbs or fungi
Sounds, sights, smells
Anything I can bring home
To feed my family.
My bicycle.
With its front brake-gear lever I’ve broken
And cancer in its fork.
Taking her for a ride
Eight hours a day
For a month of the year.
Feeling lazy and unmotivated
For eleven months.
Feeling alien – unbelonging
To any totalitarity.
Her smile and her love
For the world.
Another one’s smoking body.
Friends’ laughter,
talk - compassion - wisdom.
The friendliness of the Afghan kiosk
Mustafa – Musti – Fahrid – Jedermann.
Having a cold one in the street
Sharing hashish
With people whose eyes
I can recognize.
Dogs on leash.
Dogs stray. Cats stray.
Anyone who thinks
They can own another being.
Plants in pots – indoors.
Exotic plants taken away from their land
Their family, their sun, air, fungi.
To be showcased in a botanical garden.
Traffic lights that make a noise.
Bars with good music
Bars with no music at all
My bar in valle della Luna.
Eating good food.
Being careful about what goes inside me.
Eating berries along the way.
Eating a fruit on a break.
Eating a clementine a day –
When possible.
Having some money
Or having no money at all.
Purple haze, cali, silver haze.
Jim Morrison, King Crimson,
A few songs by The Beatles
Working-class heroes
Of everyday.
Talking to them after a long shift
In a slow bar, with a good mix of people.
Or in a day like this
Doing nothing at all
Having no reason to leave
The warm bed.
I can stay under a blanket
Crawled into a foetus
Escaping from all the things I love.