Franco Acquaviva has entrusted to the language of poetry, so absolute, so oppositional than the hypnotic charm of the narrative (which forces us to spend time linearly towards a leads ultimately) his message intransitive, perhaps paradoxical.
The shot to take is the puppet that comes to life, in that language that "does not say yet prophesy": paradoxical aphasia of the poet who, by his silence, offers the truth, the exhibition. Poetry that becomes theater. Pretending you do event. Scripture that is apperceived as a concrete gesture.
The truth, then, is this lack of comforting outlets, this being vertical here, intransitive, to give an account of the places, the largest life around us and above us (Andrea Temporelli).