“Everything that is truly beautiful arises from a way of being, not a way of appearing.” Martin Heidegger

I speak to you across cities I speak to you across plains My mouth is upon your pillow Both faces of the walls come meeting My voice discovering you I speak to you of eternity O cities memories of cities Cities wrapped in our desires Cities come early cities come lately Cities strong and cities secret Plundered of their master’s builders All their thinkers all their ghosts Fields pattern of emerald Bright living surviving The harvest of the sky over our earth Feeds my voice I dream and weep I laugh and dream among the flames Among the clusters of the sun And over my body your body spreads The sheet of it’s bright mirror. PHOTOGRAPHS BY PAOLA KUDACKI at CLM I speak to you across cities I speak to you across plains My mouth is upon your pillow Both faces of the walls come meeting My voice discovering you I speak to you of eternity O cities memories of cities Cities wrapped in our desires Cities come early cities come lately Cities strong and cities secret Plundered of their master’s builders All their thinkers all their ghosts Fields pattern of emerald Bright living surviving The harvest of the sky over our earth Feeds my voice I dream and weep I laugh and dream among the flames Among the clusters of the sun And over my body your body spreads The sheet of it’s bright mirror. Words Bartolomeo celestino