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

things slowly go silent