Tonight’s when daylight saving ends.
For 60 minutes
I was given a chance to go over my life
like you do with a dress that is hard to iron.
On my way to America,
somewhere above the ocean,
over that monstrous cavity of water and darkness
was the door to return
to a portion of a night
to a portion of a day -
a hole in time where you can live
without paying with time.
But at some point, you will have to go back:
to the last Sunday of March,
when you wake up one morning
or in an airport
and feel that you’ve been robbed.
Translated by Manjola Nasi