The massive heat which paralyzed any thought of going
outside during the day, the heat was like a huge military
blanket glued to the body like skin of grief, wars fought
for no gain other than the knowledge that new masters
who promised peace and freedom, will renege first thing
when safely in power as sure as August will return.
The September evening is soft and gentle as lover´s sigh
the breeze is cooling wooden telephone poles, it is now
possible to ring without hearing the crackling of agony of
sap dripping dowels. The voices of people eating their
meal on terraces and porches are like forgotten, a tune
remembered; this, a moment to be cherished when rain
and fog come and turn the village into gloom and we´ll
under our umbrellas say: "August wasn´t that awful.”
