In this darkness
With the hands
frozen
I distinguish my face.
I see myself 
abandoned to the endless.

(G. Ungaretti – Another night)

Endless as the sky...   
because it is to the sky that our look turn, 
above all when the light does him slim and 
the to shine some stars ignites. Be to the sky turn, 
at times without uttering words but only her, 
our atavistic question.. thing is everything this?!  
And we feel there melancholy looking at the sky, 
because it returns only back us ourselves… to the endless one.   
And endless it is the sea whereas it touches the sky to the horizon.  
In this sea we would like to be shipwrecked, convinced that, 
in the dark of his abysses there is the other side of the endless universe.