InWorking WeariesbyElio Marpa·Oct 30, 2016AtavismThe boy breathes more freshly, hidden by the shutters, staring at the street. You can see cobbles through the clear fissure, in the sun…
InWorking WeariesbyElio Marpa·Oct 30, 2016IndisciplineThe drunkard leaves the astonished houses behind him. Not everyone dares in plain daylight to go around drunk. Calmly he crosses the…
InWorking WeariesbyElio Marpa·Oct 30, 2016MeetingThese hard hills that made my body, and to many memories shake it, to me they opened the wonder of her who doesn’t know I live her and I…
InWorking WeariesbyElio Marpa·Oct 30, 2016MythOne day will come when the young god will be man, griefless, with the dead smile of man when he has understood. Even the sun passes…
InWorking WeariesbyElio Marpa·Oct 30, 2016MediterraneaMy friend does not speak much and that little is different. Is it worth meeting him in a windy morning? One of us, at dawn, left a woman…
