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DEPARTING
“… just out of here, just out of here. Out of here, nothing else, it’s the only way I can reach my goal … Out of here – that’s my goal.”
From: “The Departure” by F. Kafka
There’s a wind that cuts through me and at times forces me on.
It must be the wind from the North, that appears and suddenly fills my sails.
Beloved Palermo, yes! My life blood, but this time Bergen has thrown a
wind upon me, like the Bora that hits Trieste and strips away the air with
fierce energy.
The Bora replaces the air.
And leaves a glow, dazzling and pure.
Today, I am the Bora and have only one thought.
Ireland. Kinsale.
Nobody knows, that for me to leave is to return.
Following a gust of wind with my eye.
I rise above, looking down upon the fish who can only dream of flying.
Infinite paths, currents and squalls.
Shores, rise.
Nobody knows, that the wind talks to me and that we play Shanghai.
Nobody knows, that for me a storm will follow.
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PARTIRE
“… via di qua, via di qua, sempre via di qua, soltanto così posso raggiungere la meta … Via-di-qua; ecco la mia meta.”
Da: ”La partenza” di F. Kafka