ENERGY SAVING
Click clack.
Late afternoon in an apartment on the first floor, a bare little room in the middle of the corridor, just before the kitchen and in front of the closet: a simple dark wooden door, a blackened brass handle by time, cobwebs in the corners, low floor, five euro per square meter, scratched and marked by countless movements of beds, tables, cabinets, beds for dogs, rifles.
Click clack.
right a window open, the door broken, overlooking the garden, of which you can see the branches of some tall trees on the left wall, once white, now yellowed by time and exposure to sunlight, numerous cracks running through it from below, a light switch with three buttons.
Click clack.
From the ceiling hangs a 13-watt bulb, hanging by a thread blue: the air entering from outside it seems that the rock face gently as a lullaby to drink Pasquerotti.
Click clack.
M - I tired of your attitude.
S - What's wrong?
M - that do not look down upon.
S - Sorry, but this is your problem.
M - Once we were a happy couple.
S - We are still a couple, but with different interests.
M - All you do is rock the bulb.
S - So what?
M - if I were your daughter!
S - Yeah! The daughter that you did not want to give!
M - I thought it was what you wanted you too.
S - Have you taken advantage of my naivety!
M - You're so cruel ...
S - console with your damn switch!
The room was quiet: from the common garden come screaming children, barking dogs, silicone implants that burst.
The sun goes down.
Click, clack.
