CONTAINERS – GWF Hegel: There is nothing in heaven and on earth, that does not contain the being and nothingness. CRADLES – A. Porta: Cradle of my nothingness, into the nothingness of the cradle, smooth dwelling, without powder nothing. ANYWHERE – Silhana, Indian text: Nothing here, nothing else. Wherever I go, nowhere. The universe itself is nothing. And nothing down there, outside of the consciousness of the self. MOVEMENT – JW Goethe: No being can sink into nothing. In all, Eternity continues its movement. LANDSCAPES – A. Hall: One evening in the garden, at the stone buried by my father, the fullness of summer apricot falls. Words come out of the mind, to say nothing, no weight, of thoughts, colors and memories. Distant, even the landscape. Tame creatures without the laces of the voice. PERFECTION – L. Jack: Now, I know what wisdom does not dare to know, because I know nothing. I was a servant, and now I have no freedom without limit, and an asset that you can not even imagine. I have nothing. I tried the beauty, sighed the rest. Now I perfection. I say more, I am perfect, I am nothing. I’m dead. TOO MUCH – R. Carrieri: Too many bolts and nut screws, too many bobbins in frames, too many hands without fingers, too hard hearts, too many tears behind the walls, too many walls and too many doors, ultimately, for the death. SAILS – K. Krolow: With clenched fist, I try to grab a sail.
