no colour
on creatures
on beauty
on the road
the road up and the road down is one and the same
colors fade, temples crumble, empires fall...
on action
the hen is the instrument used by an egg to make another egg
they are all equal but some are more equal than others
I live in company with a body, a silent companion, exacting and eternal
because it's there
everything you can immagine is real
