Verse Daily publie un poème en prose de Franca Mancinelli, extrait de son livre The Little Book of Passage (Bitter Oleander Press):
They’re wandering among the rooms of a house where it
seems that someone will show up, where the shadow of
someone who has just left is still lingering. If you stop and
ask them what, they answer nothing. They calm down only
along the shores. Then their way of saying they’re still there
is to pick up a pebble and throw it. But the pure childhood
of the water is shaken by this, shattered all the way to its
sandy bed.
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