At the Regola

HER HURRIED STEPS

Then he waits for her,

Her hurried steps on uneven cobblestones

He looks at her breathlessing, always late.

Sometimes she still looks for him,

But she already knows

She won't see him

Again.

AtR



AT THE REGOLA

The world to him
Rushes
Every Thursday afternoon
at the Regola
Between the sodden streets
of the Ghetto.
Hiding in the lobby of
an ugly dark church,
Shutting up by few euros
The simpleton sacristan.

Il mondo per lui
 precipitava
tutti i giovedì pomeriggio
alla Regola,
 tra le viuzze fradice
del Ghetto;
si nascondeva nell'androne
di una chiesaccia scura,
zittendo con pochi euro
il sacrestano mezzo scemo.