It actually made me recht.
But I was really surprised
that happened.

Never before had sunlight
on a canvas
made me taste vomit
in my throat.
Not with this urgency
of pre-war life.

Is this the unstoppable advance
of a new sickness?

Is this maybe a natural reaction?

I quickly went outside.
Life went on in Via Brera.

However, what I wanted was to escape
inside.
Visit the Red Tower.

Probably what this is
is a desire to escape
into a world
where I will be just
a frozen oil face.