some days you pass through the living room
through the almost hazy light
and then your fingers suddenly become translucent
as if a strange illness invades your body

the road to school and the unearthly sounds
of the morning do not wake you up from the day dream
only the vague image of the cinema hall
induces the memory of a beautiful woman
passing through a long dark corridor into your mind

you walk carefully on the footways
as the dead might listen to your steps
and it’s not the silence, but the fear that they might burst out like a lava
which makes you slow down

in front of the candy shop
a child eating his ice-cream
his smile almost makes you fall into a trance