Merini.
Alda Dear, dear
your house, your neighbor with oxygen, the memory of Robert Volponi, Paul's son, the poem you wrote for Casadeipensieri, the flight did not come to us for the first time, "has taken refuge at the library Garzanti" informed us Scheiwiller Vanni, Silvana Strocchi you replaced your interview and you playing a laughed then, knowing that they had asked if it was you, and when you arrived, however, with the books and your poster Casiraghi naked, our endless conversations on the phone, the lines whereas such continuity, the second visit, Lazarev's song that you sang "
If all the girls, the girls of the world ..."
as something that, looking down
,
asks you a pious excuse.
I wanted to meet you today,
see your changes, your
effects of love.
But it is a missed opportunity, one that
gone and broke the spell.
So maybe there will be seen, because such a
,
passing the Guadalquivir
broke our love.
Alda Merini
Casadeipensieri Bologna, August 28, 2002 September 1
2002