I own the gift of clairvoyance:
it is my only vanity. A dream at times
bursts in, while I bite the corner
of the handkerchief: images beyond the glasses,
the iced breath of my elders on the neck.
Neither sunrises nor promising sunsets, but
gloomy days are holding out their hands,
and the desolated deep sense of today.
Lucia Tosi (unpublished), from Piccolo Alfabeto del Malumore (2010-1)
Cover: Arianna Carossa, Natura morta con sedie (2014) – stacked chairs and an oil on canvas, variabile size, until December 2014 on show at Galleria Giuseppe Pero, Milan, IT

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