ANF. THREE MELONS

THREE MELONS

The time will erase everything.
The person you love
you become hateful, indifferent.
Do you feel the disgust for yourself,
for those who are near, and would like
escape, but you can not
I hold her legs, she
is indispensable, he
need her, sour,
he debased.

The wind takes it all away,
even the deepest affection,
sweet, romantic,
a strong wind from the north
him up and take him away.

Remain alone in the dark of night,
shrouded in darkness and oblivion,
finally understand that everything is useless,
existence, a hideous monstrosity,
an unpleasant, painful accident.

It takes a silent death and light,
From a distance you hear a raga infinite
you feel ready for the pyre, the ampoule
to focus on your face, the soul
flies and walks away. 

 (Gita Harbans Singh Dhillon July 19, 1977)

 (Camillo Catellani, November 10, 2014 Evening)