Wind in Milan today. Light and light between the corners of the sky. Walking down the street in broad daylight, the smell of the sun. Winter, and no longer listing of warmth. Breath of the plain. Today it is time to stay in the camps. Nose in the air between coats half-closed, an unjustified and smile.
far far beyond Milan
over gasometers
over the gauges over the miles and the tram tracks
far far far beyond
running water and electricity ..
P. Conte
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