When the evening gets lost in the fountains,
my hometown is of a mislaid color.
I am away, remembering his frogs,
the moon, the sad crickets’ trembling.
Rosario sings, and gets out of breath in the fields:
I am dead at the chant of the bells.
Foreigner, of my sweet floating over the land
do not be afraid: I am a love spirit,
who comes to his homeland from far away.
Pier Paolo Pasolini (Italy, 1922-1975), Poesie a Casarsa (1941-43) – 1. Casarsa
Image courtesy: The Ashes of Pasolini, Alfredo Jaar, still from video, 2009, color, 36 minutes (www.alfredojaar.net)