Tuesday evening, the transverse plain. Under a shower of spring. Black clouds and sun rays away to Modena. Radio on the day of the financial statements. One blames the other for not looking inside. The other responds by attacking, yelling, sfanculando according to script. What won, the won, they won. They won them all. As long as they live in this world more, they win. The real world is another thing. Crumbles, the same fate of the ideas that there are no more.
The sky opens up, because the spring knows his job. Exit the largest rainbow I've ever seen. Complete, from here to there, crystal clear even in the divisions of color, who have nothing to do with those divisions there.
berth. I turn off the radio.
I'm listening in silence and the silence at last. And watch.
If ever was a sign, well, thank you.
