6471 - “It was an autumn night 1913”

N. Lygeros
Translation: Paola Vagioni

“It did not seem to notice
neither the humidity nor the odor
of abandonment and misery.”
As if this had no importance
opposite the opus to create
in this place without history
where everything was possible
even the existence of the absurd.
Only it was not yet
but the moment of passion.
The revolt would not arrive but later.