AftermathThe vacation is over and I like
this violent rainstorm that blesses
melancholy. It’s better to stop,
promises become the needs
of Autumn pressing down
on the color of the vineyard,
clambering up your heart.
With my head down
I sob absentmindedly, maybe
to imitate the rainstorm, to make fun of it.
(Translated by Luigi Bonaffini)