The freezing nights were cristal
clear, yet covering life with future
expectations.
So did we: waiting for the
winter solistice, the turning point
which made days become longer
again and future nearer to
the moment we were living.
Still, we were reaching out for the
melting of time, for the fusion
of past, present, and future, for
the sensation that there was a
point beyond the turning point, were
everything seemed to stand still in
perfect sintony.
Illustration by Galya Popova
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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