I told her to forget about the electric guitars,
bring only the acoustics with nylon strings,
along with the beans, the millet, the jerky

And your great-grandmother’s Caruso records?
she asked

Where we were heading, there would be no technology,
no way to ever hear again the century-old sounds

So I said
Take those, leave half the rounds of ammo behind

Chagall 2020 – E non ho amato mai tanto la vita