Playground

A long plank, hinged on a low support on the ground: the seesaw standing firm like this day and night under snow and sun and rain it has sung without pause, without pause it sings a song that only a child’s delicate ears can hear; a child who stubbornly pulls his small hand out of the big hand runs fearlessly and throws himself, laughing, into the waves of the shining song he has discovered. Seesaw and child! Hey hey! like two lovers who have - suddenly - discovered each other in a barren wasteland. On the earth there were rivers that flowed and then dried up, there were flags that were raised and then fell, children however have always been born trees have always grown ears have always heard there have been footsteps that have always crossed the forbidden red lines, and two lovers have always - suddenly - discovered each other and covered the dry bed of the earth with their fertile waters - under the shelter of a roof or under sun and rain and wind - and after that: did they stay? did they go? did they turn to ash, or to legend? - they flowed through the dry emptiness with their rippling silver arms; *** brimming pools have become the mating grounds of seabirds and the earth is only a support for two embraces thirsting for each other; nothing more ...