Invitation

Not long ago
I decided to become my own home:
I will not depend on circumstances but be at home
in who I am

Here's a lot of space
right in the corner of my heart
you'll find the most wonderful places on earth
walk in, sit down

If you have pictures
I have rooms with high empty walls
and corridors that long to be filled with the sound
of your soft slippers

Don't worry
it's home, it's not the prison you're afraid of
I need to tell you this one thing: I would love
to have you around

I  long to see
your hand let go of the handle
of your old and shabby suitcase and tell you:
Welcome home.

My mind these days

Every now and then my mind gets lost in the library.
A library provides enough books, ideas and dark corners
to think of, at least, a dozen dirty academic adventures.
Odysseus might find what he's looking for after all,
Chomsky could come across some very basic
syntactic constructions, think of subject movement,
verb raising, dig deep in unknown functional categories,
Postcolonial Theory could revise its standing
on matters of submission and queer studies...
well, well, we don't have to go into that.
I often feel like I lose my mind, these days.
But at least I know where to look for it.