You know that the older you get
The more distant memories emerge as if it were yesterday
I sometimes see myself in my mother's arms
And I still hear my father's tender comments
/>The lunches, the Sundays with the grandparents
The cravings and the irrational explosions
The first steps, joys and sorrows
The first white drop that scares
And what a strange pleasure and a senseless falling in love
By natural law at that age
The first chords on a church organ in the sacristy
And a dogmatic respect towards institutions
What will remain   about me? Of the terrestrial transit?
Of all the impressions I have had in this life?
I like radical choices
The conscious death that Socrates imposed on himself
And the mysterious and unique disappearance of Majorana
The cynical and interesting life of Landolfi
Opposite but close to a Burmese monk
Or the celestial misanthropy in Benedetti Michelangeli
Looking carefully at myself, I too have been alive for millennia
And I come straight from the highest civilization of the Sumerians
From the cuneiform art of the Scribes
And I often sleep in a sleeping bag
Because I don't want to lose contact with the land
The valley between the two rivers of Mesopotamia
What Isaac of Nineveh saw on its banks
What will remain of us? Of terrestrial transit?
Of all the impressions we have in this life

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