A blue crater; a one stone crater in the middle of snow or desert. No life around, a round with no end. You would like to see it. Maybe you imagined it but are confused, symbols erupting don’t allow you to focus. You see, the mountain can’t be divided into parts. Not even through words.
Lena and Vladimir can’t be divided into parts, not even through words.
You might hear
uh aaha ua taa ru ga ta aah uh tan o
the murmur of a pyramid
a toucan choir on the road to Thebes
the tornado we met yesterday
an eel’s lament
– where is our membrane flame?
the rumble of rocks migrating towards uncharted cliffs
a paper bell in a lunar valley
the compass forgot its direction, its name is Nookluh
Three lightnings, that’s the signal to enter
Four thunders, nothing is known
There is no path
A blue crater, a one-stone crater
Lena and Vladimir
If you go to the blue crater to see and witness, you will just see and witness
If you go to the blue crater to merge, you will turn into stone
an azurite-dumortierite quartz-lapis lazuli-sodalite-zircon
the dancefloor: full of snow and pepper like sand
A blue crater for Lena and Vladimir.
Vittoria de Franchis. Milano, 2019