All these days underwater
with violet lips
the last exit call by the yellow God
no time was counted, just moods
shuffled by the eternal moment
which had to finish once at all.
We couldn’t hide with our
dark skins between shady rocks
as movements we started
ended in long glances before.
Covered by an orange sheet of
light and air I fixed the memory
of you sprinkling seawater on
the brown earth of my body
and we became aware
that this was our last day of summer.
Marco Grosse, born in Buenos Aires in 1974 from German father and Italian mother, works as a writer, translator and teacher. Due to the diplomatic work of his father he lived in Canada, Egypt, Italy and Germany. He studied Law in Milan and in Bonn, pursuing with Linguistic and Cultural Mediation. In Italian language, he published the short story collections „I giardini imperiali”, De Ferrari, „2006” and „Pioggia”, De Ferrari, 2010. In German, he published a book with short stories titled „Die Grenze liegt am Horizont”, Bernstein-Verlag, 2013; the poem collections „Flügelkunde”, Horlemann Verlag, 2014; „Die Erschließung des Meeres”, MolokoPrint, 2016, „Flüsterndes Licht”, Haymon Verlag, 2017, a chain poem together with Nora Gomringer, Annette Hagemann, Ulrich Koch and Klaus Merz; and again a book with poems titled „Orte”, MolokoPrint, 2017.
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