10 June 2015

Ninety-something


Photo taken from the internet



To all of us who were there

Among the bicycles and dust,
within the strange salty sweet taste of the sweat on the arms
the neck,
the inner thigh,
the sweet and sour smell of the armpit and the outer ear.
Where late was the time and space without hours and without apologies in which we existed
desperate to get to nowhere
and escape at the same time from everything beyond our gaunt
and at times
momentarily joyous  figures.

Do you remember?