dark, deep and challenging spaces,
cut in white, sharp flat
does not only show random associations to the dark
circles of Dante's hell.
It is a hell of beings and languages,
a devastated devastation
death bypassing speech,
the newly born meaning that stops
the challenge of the resistance and challenge
a helpless page filled with dead bodies.
but I am not a corpse that never dies.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem