Monday, 31 January 2005

Passing by

Dear time,
We had fun, time, dear time, dear fun.
But you should not charge us while we select a tune,
which tracks, which sounds of ships, which wrecks,
you hurried taxi driver…

Stay for a bit more, dear time… tea?
I would like somehow to appease you, stop




                                                                          you
                                                                  slow
                                                        might
                                                grow
                                         that
drinking black tea. Herbs
                                                                                 down.



After tea time, time, dear,
It is getting ever late for Tabucchi
and it sure is too late for me.