Transfer The bag was full and the heavy weight on my back seemed to increase as the drops of sweat fell to smooth out irregularities on the journey I tried to spread my best for passers (releasing the weight), I tried to walk following the wind, I tried to smile Pedestrians relieved themselves by dispersing weight randomly and compulsively in an almost desperate, sometimes in hostile way The initial strength that paved the way, exposing the maked up obscurity, gave way to technique and the trajectory gained occasional pauses. Skills gained over long journeys proved to be crucial for the transfer of this heavy bag on time The aromas, the bright colors and the dead, whether alive or not, demanded attention that was impossible to satisfy So we continued, me and a heavy bag, tinkling sound signals that relieved the (almost unbearable) weight of the posts We pass, lea...
