Eclipsi [English translation]

And suddenly he understood everything:

the ideas, the antipodes and the north.

An eclipse so distant

from the calmness of a steaming pot.

He described other places

with details so clear that I can even hear their sound,

and I could imagine them

in the lines of my hand.

It doesn’t matter if it was easy or innocent;

if the force was optimal for the wind;

if at night the comets are sleepy;

if we live so far away from the point of no return.

And suddenly he kindled it all,

he left four words inside a jar.

And the rest of those present

were discussing time machines.

He kept entering one more item,

or a precise formula, just to stop thinking at all.

A drop in a puddle

that evaporates vertically.

It doesn’t matter if it was easy or innocent;

if the force was optimal for the wind;

if at night the comets are sleepy;

if we live so far away from the point of no return.

It doesn’t matter if the line gets diluted;

if there’s a flat upstairs or it doesn’t exist;

if there are Sunday mornings in another place;

if we were part of nothing or maybe part of everything.

If at night the comets are sleepy;

if we live so far away from the point of no return.