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


in the perception of objects     my mother’s perfume
in the cone-shaped bottle the white light
when they hadn’t given you    the lampshade yet
            unexpected spillage
of the idea of death that morning before the mirror
fever and dinosaurs on the living-room carpet
emptiness soothed on my father’s chest
vanishing point in the dark         in permanent dispatch


today as i am     in the perception of objects
and in all the rest         dishwasher sound on the highlighter
and i was bent     studying objects
hand on hips near your too hard breast    humidity
everywhere humidity in the room in the pants
retinal impressions              tinnitus       angst
as they are                    and all the rest undefinable
in the perception of objects