AKH. THE TUTELARY DEITY (A Ligurian Old Man)

 THE TUTELARY DEITY  (A Ligurian Old Man)



Do not talk about it .
Who protects me from up above, it can not
more precisely .
Not resigned to seeing me always contrite,
unsympathetic with others.
Yet, they are not always so .
In 1976, in Florida, I met Jean, girl
Yankee correct and frank.
We prepared our lunches vegetarian
she was sweet and strong, like I dreamer
always, I was a little less soft and armchairs
today.
We moved three years later , in Cincinnati,
80, we left, by consensus, of
mutual agreement.
That day, he had black lace panties
horizontal striped tank top and light
green on a white ground : it was exciting, but the
My flight to Paris was already in Chicago,
I had to hurry .

Many other women, I had, but none as
Jean Alicia Funnel .
I became little by little grumpy, short-tempered,
I gave myself to wine, ugliness , to mold.
People avoided me , despite not knowing who I was,
escaped me.
I smelled, I sent stench, I washed
most.
Marceline met in Nice, but did not last long ,
are only now, at 72 , and I do not care
nothing of women.
The feeling for me is dead and gone ...
Giorgio Traverso, Bordighera.

   ( Camillo Catellani , April 3, 2014 Morning )