Poem: How Many Temptations I Pass Through—Patrizia Cavalli
How Many Temptations I Pass Through
—Patrizia Cavalli
How many temptations I pass through
crossing between the bedroom
and the kitchen, between the kitchen
and the toilet. A spot
on the wall, a piece of paper
fallen on the floor, a glass of water,
a glance out the window,
hi to the neighbor,
a pat for the kitten.
And so I always forget
the main idea, I lose
my way, I get upset
day after day and it’s useless
to attempt any kind of return.
