The Tranquil Ones
Still raining. They're all out there shouting and wildly gesticulating
stench of beastly and humid.I'm here,
Locked up in my little room where I've been breathing in
mad-talk for over ten years. They live in their night shirt
Like lost Don Quixotes with nobody to love them
Nor a horse to take them away in the moonlight
Their ravings beating on the poor dumb walls.
Around them sweaty steam.Inside: all quiet
Excerpt from "The Tranquil Ones" by Firenza Guidi.
First presented in Fucecchio (Fi)
Museo Civico
Saturday 26 and Sunday 27 November 2011
foto S. Way