Last spring, visiting Pompeii deserted and silent at the end of the day.
The city, quiet until dizzy, lay before our feet.
He had to listen, ear of course, and the flat of his hand and the fingertips, and look ... his whole being: listen. So
stones told the humblest. And the Dead
existed a greater weight than us, the living creatures.
The city is now inside of me, and something I remained within its walls: one another, as the smallest, we have changed.
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