A poignant poem by Ivan about a Milan hotel, an abandoned writer’s dying words transform voices of death into paper, a stark contrast to a forgotten “normal life”, exclusively for Different Truths.
My emaciated hands continued to write,
turning each voice of death into paper,
That he left no will,
forgetting to look after
what everyone defines as the normal business
of every human being: office, home, family,
the ideal, at last, of a regular life.
Abandoned, back in 2026, any defense
of a permanent contract,
labelled as unbalanced,
I'm locked up in the centre of Milan,
Hotel Acapulco, a decrepit hotel,
calling upon the dreams of the marginalized,
exhausting a lifetime's savings
in magazines and meagre meals.
When the Carabinieri burst
into the decrepit room of the Hotel Acapulco
and find yet another dead man without a will,
who will tell the ordinary story
of an old man who lived windbreak?
Picture design Anumita Roy
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