12 mei 2021
The body breaks up, decomposes. The worm-eaten clothes gather the grief. The broken walls of this sepulcher beseech a lament, ours. Suspended an angel seems to watch you. No, it does not have good news to bring you. Laid out on the tumulus you are unable to see yourself. It is just like that, it could not be otherwise.
Gabriele Tinti
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