Tag: Italy

The smallest monstrous mouse that creeps on floor
I am amazed sometimes to think how old I am
It brimmed and thrummed like rising yeast
She didn’t want to be like that
The secrecy of the confessional has not been violated
But he didn’t know who Kafka was
A bamboo grove, all chopped down
Better to be a salamander and live in the flames
I watch the kid walk down the street
There’s nowhere else to eat at this hour
Suddenly the pickup bell rings
On the spot, without introduction
She remembered the bus ride back
My nature is a quiet one, anyway
I’m looking for my hat
The sun was lowering over the blue range to the west
An angry unemployed man who’d …
… have been just as angry if he’d had a job
Then she phoned him one night
… but I certainly felt it
What wakes me is the feeling of being in company
They sat in silence for a moment
The gods of antiquity tossed saints and sinners …
… lovers and chimeras up into the heavens …
… making sure that there was …
… a thumping good yarn behind each stellar formation
But the street washers were approaching
A loud, wild, shaking voice
Clasping his hands on his stomach
Sheltered as I was …
… I almost believed her
Where’s my dog?
Think of something else
Others have become philosophers …
… arguing that nothing exists …
… that all is mirage
I’m having trouble with the first sentence
They have their own language
There is still a tiredness about him
The woman is as tough as nails
Two frosted margaritas appear
Know when you’re finished
All the rest is only life
So I took a sip of my water
Quinci fuor quete le lanose gote
You have to establish the horizon
Pictures are magic, as you know
I wonder if there are dogs on Mars
So quick bright things come to confusion
He spooned up his soup by candlelight