Giardini Di Mirò

Too Much Static For A Beguine

Giardini Di Mirò


Indifference, masculine, traitor, and into that milling 
swarm the enemies pointed their guns towards the window panes of our rooms. Tonight, a few meters further from the house, her father shows off a few gold english coins, 
pretending to offer them as an act of charity. The winter 
must be in the house. Soon. In the harms of night, a 
silence which even crickets don't dare profane. Repeated 
howls are heard. We walk to the lake and sink into the 
frozen water. Everything is static