Anything. We are all-in-one, undivided all that contains, guards and understands the primal meaning of what one names me and his becoming of another, intimate and intimate.
Canto of palpitating experience the initial lymph, the wound and the becoming method of "a beautiful nothing" psalmody Franca Alaimo, sound in a translated word that feels substantial in going, with lucid step, up to the deep of the body thought, excavated , found between the simple things of the existence and the opposing inhabitants the violent tear of a flower bloomed in the morning, just lost again in the phrasing of the light, so as to return home the semblance of the ephemeral, the absolute of an absence and yet always recourse to love with a gaze now reclaimed as a daughter, shortly aware woman and striving for a new renaissance. "We need to know how to rethink paths in unknown regions, unexpected encounters and long-planned leave, to days of childhood that are still indeciphered", wrote Rainer Maria Rilke.
We need to listen to the occurrence to be able to praise, as the Alaimo has poetically frescoed, the inflections of memory, because "having memories is not enough. We must know how to forget them, when they are too many, and have the great patience to wait for them to return. Because memories in themselves are not yet. Only when they become in us blood, look and gesture, anonymous and no longer distinguishable from ourselves, only then can it arise in a very rare hour to rise from their center and flow the first word of a verse ».
And it is in a very rare time the verb that belongs to Alaimo for its natural purpose.