April 13, 2017 Daniel Pleșa


People dressed in black
attend a daily funeral.
Somebody killed time
and everybody goes to pay their last tribute,
every day,
one way
or another.

There are no watches in Rome.
What would they measure?
Everything here started
forever ago
and will still be here

Sip a shot of espresso,
Eat a sweet thing;
What a sweet thing.
Lean your back on the wall
and smoke a cigarette,
as usual.

In Rome, nobody rushes towards death
but they are all ready for it,
with a joyful sadness
as if they already know
whatever needs to be known.

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