In another town
where they speak another language,
and the houses are different
from those where you were grown up,
where the price tags in the windows
new sphynxes, pose riddles to you,
and you would like to know, by paying
with your own life, what are thinking
the people you meet, whose gazes
you catch in a lightning exchange
of fencing thrusts, before letting
them go to their own fate,
while they walk away with ostile steps.
in another town,
picking uo the gauntlet thrown down
with a gesture of defiance,
by the life, who, with a bit of malice
not too bad, really, after all,
she proposes to you, and you
adore them, thanking God.