Rolling up blouses,
Skirts, dresses, t-shirts
Scattering paperwork on the chaos of my desk
Leaving the hairdresser before setting my hair
Leaving the photographer at home on the most important days
Leaving the dripping spoons and empty containers to wait
Only worrying about browning zucchini in butter with mint
Neglecting to switch the hood on
To push the aroma of the cooking out the balcony
Aiming at stirring the sensory of smell of the neighbourhood
Condemning pens, glasses, umbrellas to be lost
and forgotten in small squares, in doctors’ practices and crowded trains.
So that feelings won’t be lost before objects.