I should like to refound and create difficulties for everything in me and in front of me. A new design of life.
A roving design for a loving contact, while computerized design expands to infinity the nirvana of its own cold brain.
A human walk in a void of goods and metropolises. I should like a map referring to my activity, not, however, in terms of technologies, or of the forms of creative accomplishment, or of the commercial success of my didactic work.
Even if I thought the generational problem was overcome, I should need not to conform.
I should like to shrug everything off, even the holds that most reassure me, that are my momentary salvation.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem