Poetry by Davide Angelo
To tame and cure this trembling house
The owners have lovingly cancelled out the roadway
With whale songs in door hinges, steady Balearic beats
And downtempo deep house soundscapes.
Built in 1950 and meticulously updated by an old friend
Who came to mend a broken affection and smudged
‘Unstable elements’ with a burning offering of sage
Because surely, someone must have died here.
The house’s heart lies at the very end of a long corridor.
The beginning of the universe is burie...