Last spring of the world
In lucidity of a future memory, he finds himself covered by lush and colorful looks. Fearing that they can hide a last spring of the world, he refuses them: in his condition he would not be able to assist to that season.
Poor assize
The perennial race for construction is perhaps man's attempt to cover nakednesses of the Land, in an excess of modesty, almost ashamed to show them. But why not ask Her?
Hybla
Moving almost forcibly, but carrying the names of hills and plains, transplanting them into a new territory.
Castle of gravel
From the valley grows a hill as a castle of gravel: ipotetically ascending it, the heart dreams itself while beating, and eyes with their tail glimpse the darkness below, avoiding to disclose it at all.
Iguvium
From every detail shines a divine unity, allowing no judgement if the coldness of perfection.
Bloody masterpiece
Past electric ages
As above, so below
