from "Il Matto e la Luna" (una scatola di poesie)

WHAT HAPPENS?    -    Versione italiana

What happens inside me? I can understand
nothing at all of what is happening to me. My
head's bursting. Outside it's raining and the cold of November
has got into me, has spread in my whole being, prelude
of an ineluctable anguish.
Life is a sequence of choices that we wouldn't make and
that we make continually deceiving ourselves that someone
will supply for us in the future, and yet, when you really have
the possibility to choose, when you're playing again everything,
your body breaks in two places at once, rends,
dies.

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