Alessandro Bertacchini

“Walking with Hrabal” poetry di Alessandro Bertacchini Gray city, scent of charcoal in the air, sweet, childhood memories with Trabant smiling taxiing on porphyry, wet from a small rain, acid an elderly man, who wobbles with a gray overcoat, holding his shopping , frugal, a liter of milk, perhaps black bread, for pigeons and also for himself, perhaps a bottle of beer, for sure undecided on where to go, home with his old lady or to the pub with their guardian angels? hesitation and away, around the corner, dragged the acrid scent of beer foam, by the gesture of the drunk,angel that beckons him to come out from behind the curtain mbued with smoke and cooking odors. the man, Does not repent, he made the right choice, the old lady at the window, will wait until evening, late evening.