TEXT (English translation by Alessandro De Francesco and Noura Wedell)




“backwards against the low wall. i’ll walk there.”
everything echoes in the empty bed
at the water’s edge
he swings around and returns to the street


opaque behind the fibre cable

suddenly someone tells him about the false obstacle
hooked to an exhalation


he glimpses the marmorean liquid
connecting to the sky

finally granular
            he feels his skin pulled back


is blinded