Salento, Ionio, Road of the Micenei.
Lonesome song for an ok dream-like life
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Aug 22, 2022
Waves and waves, flags drenched in salt water, and dark sun rays.
Salento, slowly the hair curls up again, salty waters and paper-like skin. And I never thought
I could love again, places lost. I kept walking at night, not looking back to
the shores that made the dog turn her head. Mother of pearls, Onde and midnight lightning. Drop.
There’s an old story, broken in proverbs, and I now realise it’s my life:
Beans, pigs, the head of a fish, and blind kittens.
I’ve often mistaken Tramontane for the redness of sunset, because of its name. Dark the olive tree shakes, calling the wind it sends a key to the sea. Waves. From a house on the verge, Nonno says goodbye. Once more.
