VIII. Come stenti a Rio de Janeiro, come magici rilenti abbandonati spenti venti sempiterni, accaldati venti dell’ent...

How does night fall here, you ask me as you count the flies blocked by the storm: it falls like rope, like an acrobat w...

Over that unique, lost trimmed indelible balcony geranium, slipped all of life, detached, eaten by the earth. I was a shingle out...

Force of death To the tremor and to the heart you would have liked to bind, not to the wind, Paula's eyes, which flew away from...

Ballast Far away heart, through the hoisted untiring consoling forgetfulness of self and of the contorted slow lugubrious world, th...