IN THE CATHEDRAL I push one of the grevi doors and it falls behind me the fury of the windy meriggio. At slow steps I forward, drinking the sudden shadow in long beats of tired eyelids: sound like death things hurled into a quiet water that in tremulous breath reflects from shore to shore the gloomy echo of the thud. Remiga the sadness to anchor in arcane gulfs of deep darkness; row for a fabulous sea, where are the pillars trunks of a underwater pine forest, alive and thick so for distances without borders… Burn in darkness a shiny hedge of candles: your