Increasingly I Forget

Annamaria Ferramosca

Annamaria Ferramosca

increasingly I forget
where I’ve parked the car
the streets all look the same
with their sense of the sea encroaching
with the confusing call of stones
from the last riverbed a familiar
buzzing blows on the nape of my neck
on full sails that protect
my crossing
that’s where this land of mine breathes
with its wild motion, waiting,
it detaches from the continent, in silence
like Saramago’s raft
that’s where I must accompany
everyone who is gone from me
save the voices the maps
the travel advice the contagions of light
this is why somewhere out there
my car is patiently waiting
(traduzione di Anamaría Crowe Serrano e Riccardo Duranti)