Translated from the original Italian by Julia Anastasia Pelosi-­Thorpe



Nothing flimsier, nothing easier:

time is lost if I believe we’ll have time

to count all happiness’s forms.


I follow the ocean picture on the screen: it separates us

it’s cold, at every pivot of birds

your body and mine can be transformed.


Tonight the ocean touched your stomach because you

                                                                                       dreamed it,

a strange Europe stroked my back.


I press my face, the figure of your face

two hemispheres.



Creatures, fire traces.

You were marking first letters on the wall.


I’ve thought of you a braid in flame

unfurls violet, falls layer after layer.


We’ll cross time like icons on the background

without frame time: creatures


that cannot be spoken

that overcome you.

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