Thursday, March 18, 2010

Il castello in viaggio

A tiny second before the explosion. I heard a fluff of air through the shoulders. I was humming a song. "Le cose belle," lei me aveva parlato una volta, "sono lente." Then it was really coming. Like a nineteen sixty two repeated in fast motion; the bulge of air distorted; the last sandhill crane. and I wondered if it would have felt like this when the dinossaurs said goodbye.

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