When a traumatic experience is beyond any comprehension, what can still be expressed and how? Much later, from a distance, I tried to explore this question, followed by many others, in writing fragments. Here there are no images, just snippets of unrestrained words. Meaning, as serious as facetious, can be extracted from them, by playing with them. Far from the starting point, the result is a poetic search, without illusions but rich of allusions, at times echoing my other works.

Unpublished.

Around one hundred short texts.