I know only one age, irretrievably held between two bodies
I am closer to your way of being flesh, of being true.
You are closer to that way of mine of being fiction, of being memory.
Every day you wear a different mask of being you,
more than your face, more than your face is seen
beyond that skin with which we wrap our personal nothingness
With me, only with me you decided to share the act,
holding the pact between two hands
of a distance that is always the same
The others see nothing of all this,
by then you will have kept all the years deep inside me
and I will forget your memory by realizing it
You will then have bequeathed me the transit of masks,
until we both share -once again- that of nothingness.
Photographers: Franco Carino Zanotti
