The craftsman chisels the figure out from the marble’s veins

She’s immobilized

Facing carnal torments he touches the frigid stone and feels a torpor

Flushing, the pupil holds firmly a pencil from which a Venus has been drawn


No-bodies of marble hold the scene in white empty eyes

The arcade keeps the surfaces of the tempers protected from irascible thunders


Me, nobody too, asks for statues with, or without, rotten teeth and (in)visible libido

Like these fleshed corpses that keep persisting


Jocosely a friendship is lost

In the frugal webs of marbled spiders – without any art


(L)Only selves watch the news and remnants of Leonardo keep flying Icarus away. Away