TEXT (English translation by Alessandro De Francesco and Noura Wedell)
so things at home when everybody is out persist in the oblique light
and seeing a fridge or an armchair in a window of the building accross the street occurs to remember that painting in a corridor of the pompidou and to think of it subsisting in the night without eyes
climbing the stairs a woman’s head towards the window on the empty landing she suddenly turns he can’t accept her face forced awake he gets out at tiergarten
while walking he looks at the branches
and it’s the usual dizziness when it shows in objects it suddenly seems improbable we don’t say a thing this inexplicable lack of data continues