'In my thoughts the train of the wishes runs along the opposite way'
Paolo Conte
On August the tenth, you can see the shooting stars in the sky.
The poet Pascoli's father was killed and the poet should have become himself like a father.
This night you can express a wish.
Near the beach, you believe the reef is continuous, there isn't a break
Oh yes there is, for a little one part of it runs above, the other below,
In the middle of the parts there's a gap and the wave breaks.
Somebody's made a war over the week-end and August Bank Holiday is at the gates.
Holyday homeworks for the conscripts, and for people, but A Thousand Nine Hundred Fifty Nine contingent has been discharged.
Looking at the sky I think about my expensive national insurance contributions;
One day Lesbia and, maybe, our son could take advantage of them.
This day in 1675, Charles II founded the Royal Observatory of Greenwich.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Quite surrealistic read with an accent on the date, recalls the canvas with painted clocks by Dali, though there are clocks, a symbol of precise time, but in a surreal context the whole becomes surreal, too.