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mercoledì 9 luglio 2008

411 inacessible hotel rooms in Lugano (bits)

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[...]

in the absence of love

and among bread and fruit juices and local Swiss cheese

in the desolated airport hotel of Lugano

i sit for breakfast and by my side a couple

they sip coffee, they eat sweet jam

they look at each other,

she looks for anything other than fear

he looks for something respectable to cling to

those could be the ones that spent the earlier hours

of the year shouting at each other

her being accused in German,

him feeling entitled

but they have stated ducento e qualcosa

when the waitress came to ask for their credential number

which is not the room beside our 409

where we ended up after 3 hours and a half

of vagaries around Lugano

looking for shelter in the greed

of italianized Switzerland

the waitress, sedated or really a breakfast robot

is the one who greets the couple auguri

when they stand up in their silence to go away

they don’t reply

they augur very little right now

to anyone

but Nietzsche once greeted a year

perhaps by this very alp

with a resolution of amor fati:

let my ‘no’ be no more than my gaze

moving away

and I try to move away my eyes

and find a bowl of syrupy pears

lying on the table

sugar, a genteel anesthetic

when one is feeling too much

i grab a piece and soon move to pick out another

you are not here to keep me off sugar

i give up the second piece

to write instead about the first

and soon i’m moved away

from the breakfast room

only to notice the light outside

the sun moving its gaze

away from what could deserve a ‘no’

from what could deserve ‘yes’

a lesson hidden in plain sight.

[...]


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