DEDICATION: 12. Poem by Gian Mario Villalta

DEDICATION: 12.



When the dead left
by the force of the evil that changed me,
my brother returned to the present
with no need of things, his, mine, of anything

even though he is only a color
that tinges the senses, a lining around the fabric of movements.






September 1994 - September 1999

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