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“On turning round I saw behind me a kiss, two glass lips sitting in the middle of a light mist, in the middle of a vaporous island slowly reminding us of its own dissolving lands. And then the kiss vanished, getting mixed up with the transparence of the glass, as if there had never been anything else than an idea. Standing, behind the window, Clo was smiling at that present given and taken up again in an instant. I gathered my remaining force and managed to lift my stricken body up from the chair, like one lifts up an elderly person who has fallen on the street. Between us, there only was the invisible obstacle of a perfectly cleaned window. How beautiful she is, Clo, how young : the loose tie, the dark glasses were the witnesses of the dissolute night we had together, but no wrinkle would dare to mark her face, not a thought would trouble her. Her hair was falling straight down on to her eyes, at the same height as mine and the back of the Fernando jacket. Fernando who went to sleep – In the past, I was thinking to myself, he would never have given up his weapons.” Marco LODOLI Short stories for a year

Procida 2001

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