And then we cowards …
Cesare Pavese
Dawn on the black hill, and up on the roof …
The drunk mechanic is happy to be in the ditch. …
Deola passes her mornings sitting in a cafe, …
I’m eating a little supper by the bright window. …
It’s a fine fact that whenever I sit in a tavern corner …
The hard thing’s to sit without being noticed. …
He’s brought me to hear his band. He sits in a corner …
Rain will fall again …
The big front wall that blocks off the courtyard …
We would go down to the fish market early …