"Mente a forma d'elica Consolami Visione Univoca Orienta me" Without forces, stay like amoeba Overloaded particles quiver They turn, according to wavy pattern I perceive to be the second here Rain down on us, pitch drops on the ground Black avalanche on my empty head Four empty walls If the cure is silence If the cure is resignation If the end is only salvation I slip in a helicoidal stalemate Now I'm living on light squares, one by one My thoughts drop down in this place Moving in a compressed space, white rooks at my side Oblique gaits were the needs Barely hearing, delicate and suffused Barely feeling interferences that stab on me Barely hearing, my voice was silence Unpredictable, the shape of wonder and despair It's all me now, for your emptiness that pulls me under Under again If the cure is silence If the cure is resignation If the end is only salvation I slip in a helicoidal stalemate It's the same fall, it's the usual form It's the same fall, it's the usual form