go back on the memory's path till your school years
till the time your mouth drooped sadly every time the teacher recalled that there is something else to add
and each new word
did nothing else but add a few more centimeters to the imaginary fence
blinding the view of the garden
oh, how exhausting could it be to count over and over the misleading shadows cast by the leaves of the apple tree
to hold your breath every time
the transparent spider menaced to stop on the curly head from the front seat
to feel through all your body the tickling of the bell ready to sing!
thoughts are hidden in the walls and the old desks wearing coats of layered pen drawings
and in the huge vanilla coloured door
but you know:
you will try to grasp some of them years from now on
when melancholy will carry your steps in the former school
as if you will be trying to get back
a long time lent rhythm of tick-tock heart beating.
* the whole witty and wonderful set here
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