Our eyes

27.03.2020

Marco Grosse

Marco Grosse

One day, when we
removed the dead
butterflies from
the car radiator,
you were filled with a feeling,
you were pierced by a thought.

With the light, dead
butterfly on your hand
the world felt fragile.

And nothing could make you stop
thinking that so were we, frail
humans standing beside a highway,
surrounded by a pale desert.

Our little shining eyes
were just an attempt to live.
And what could only give us
the strength to continue were
these weightless butterflies.

Illustration by Galya Popova

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Marco Grosse

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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