to viviana and tancredi (and remembering them)

by guido monte

old words, essence

erwàh, you said
on empty figures with no name,

ne quaesieris
cognoscere res no pedir de conocer
las cosas but no ceder
a las tinieblas
and going away you touch my hands

= dharma
but you’re en exil and i don't come back

from the desert, questions vaines

if all is desert

taras, cahier d'écolier

only void, that runs

pareja como el agua

comme le jour secreto

i alone can feel you
on these threads

endless brahman
our distance
nom de rien
as apparent obstacle

dans ton visage
and i don't know the luz...
but the end neither.
white home...