Claudia Masin A poem from his book "The Fullness" which (if I could) my son would read today Emiliano
RAIN
Did you see how it rains? It rained all night and
time to time I spoke to you, you were where you were,
albeit in the most unreachable
land. When it rains and all night, I said
seems that the world is going to come off its axis,
but the huge surprise is that the storm ends
and everything remains as it was, just a little
disorder that slowly turns into harmony.
From children to live surviving disasters like this,
the effects of what would have happened and not happened:
the house is flooded and our things are lost
driftwood dirty, between stones and sticks
and animal remains, a waste plus what
hitherto been our story,
objects confirm that we are physical beings and not a breath
seeping from outside of that brutal life
matter that never stops to include us. Did you ever dream,
when violence comes the downpour,
with which the river leaves its banks forever and we push,
dreamed of the night when we finally reach the beam, under the bare
light, and waiting to hear something
that only the impact of a force on the body
could reveal? But lightning does not fall, not fall.
That's the biggest disaster I know, having been on the brink,
one night, we were granted an extraordinary
truth, and in the morning realizing that we
the same and we know nothing
that did not already know.
Claudia Masin (The Fullness, Wire Editor, 2010)
