This is a plaquette of 44 verses distributed in 13 texts: do not write to point out a kind of strangeness or uniqueness, but to highlight how determinedly the author has reduced to a minimum his work, to the threshold of scarnificando total white of the page in your own handwriting. The back cover is called the practice of contemplative Buddhist emptiness that nell'ensō (the circle of symbols zen depicted on the cover) their representation; right and, for my part, I would also refer to two concurrent trends of contemporary poetry, one of which prefers to prune to the bone writing, in deliberate opposition to the noise and nonsense that would engulf everything and every thought. There is an implied criticism of this redundancy, often vain or narcissistic and the two verses on page 13 open work are conclusive in their conceptual value:

E quando arrivi hai davanti il muro, la corsa verticale.
Le evoluzioni, in uno spazio addensato, sono millimetriche.