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I’ve been running bodyless across the room all day.
Nobody saw me of course.
I felt so free.
Come empty handed
to the stage of the world
every plan will fail in the end
so come empty handed
and just look for what’s there
and let go of what you find.
This way
you’ll flow.
by rm
Mankind
fucks up every time
every time
we need to restart
with hunger and war
a new attempt
a new makeshift progress
rooted in greed, in fear,
in self
that simply does not work
kills for awhile
then falls down
again.
by Riccardo Mini
This morning
I was in Como with my family.
The baby started to cry
she was hungry
so we found an isolated back street and
my wife sat on a bench and
discreetly
started
to breastfeed the
baby.
She was three months old
today.
People
mainly tourists
kept passing by
but did not stop
because there was nothing
much
to see
in the way of
landmarks.
Then a woman arrived.
She hid her face in her arms
leaned against
a wall and started to cry.
She was keeping at a distance from us
but her sobs were so loud
they did reach us anyway.
I was embarrassed and didn’t know what to do.
Then another woman appeared.
She must have been in her fifties
but still dressed as a teenager:
t-shirt
shrink-to-fit jeans
a baseball cap under
heavily dyed hair.
She had a
fake leopard skin bag across her shoulder
and a dog on the lead.
A very small dog
on a very long lead.
When she noticed
the crying woman
she stopped and started talking
to her.
She talked about the stressful lives we live
nowadays,
and talked about how easy it is to feel
lost and miserable
and the importance of food supplements
and a healthy diet
to fight depression
and the false impression
that life is meaningless
sometimes.
The crying woman
had stopped crying
and was now listening
as if waiting for something.
Then the lady opened
the fake leopard skin bag
and took out a sachet
“this is the old one
without ginseng
and I strongly recommend it”
she said
handing it to the
crying woman
who was still listening
even more intently now
as if the sachet could have possibly
contained an answer
to what it was
that she needed
and had been needing
all her life.
Then the lady
in her fifty something
closed her bag
pulled on her lead
to recall the dog
and was gone.
The baby had finished eating
and we were gone too.
The woman waited
looked around herself
silently
at the empty street.
lit a cigarette
and was gone too.
And then there was none.
