the and days are taking over the time of life. minutes engulf themselves with a voracious animal, the ticking of the wristwatch chasing me through the corridors of the university.
my cigarette is burning slowly, hanging on to her lips parted, consuming as incense in church. smoke rises up struggling in the warm evening. I can see the entire valley from where they are: the green of the trees thins out towards the bottom, turning into the uterus of rivers of asphalt and concrete gray. it is like watching a frame of a film classic and treated to restore color and brightness.
the library is emptying out because of hungry stomachs. the hinges are closed quickly and backpacks disappear from the tables whitish. hourglasses on the flat screens are the latest effort of the computer left on all day, then pitch black.
think about life before and life after, so I thought of nothing. is the moment when you understand the meaning of everything before you abandon yourself to the daily rhythm, again and again. the moment of truth which is the common denominator of each day and that takes you rolled up the blankets and the intense scent of clean, ringing in the dream when the eyes dart left and right without control.
people who come and go, without stopping. items that reassure you when you do not know what to do because they sound familiar and remind you of childhood. Faded lettering on the diaries of school as we were witnessing. the skinned knees on the asphalt courtyard: it was enough to blow, they said. that bad! the scent of freshly baked pie. the arguments for who should play the winged horse. your scent. your taste.
cars queued on the hill are still standing, are small and distant and remind me of nineteenth-century paintings, a sort of pointillisme . is a painting in which they are immersed without drowning. is a moment of perfection that disappears the moment when I close my eyes to try to fix it on the retina. when I try, again, is already gone.
put out the cigarette consumption down to the filter yellowed, the noise that accompanies my last day, and go down. between concrete and asphalt.