Translated by Luca Palantrani My remote control points to a dying sky to halt an aircraft and me satisfy. The flat light of a lampost illuminates the crude air in an unknown street, which nails down raw people. The chilling embrace of the wind wraps an outcast, resting in peace among decrepit walls of a forgotten monastery. From a phantom tower the clock ticks the time, within a deadly nausea that leaves no escape. An escalator snatches a passing woman and devours her flesh through the blind gears. A monstrous cloud looms over the coast in the way of a fatal wave, where a sea of pebbles neglects the tempest.
