Your poems describe the effects of separation and the profile of loneliness. It is not easy to penetrate through these rough trails to describe them effectively - "call by name the suffering" - and in the form of poetry. In the case of your book, though, I think the attempt successful, especially when using the figures of physics in a symbolic, as in 'Unstable balance' or 'lesson of physics' for the note. More: the physical reality generates biology and what we though, from my point of view everything is the result of a mystery that slowly lets you know; mystery that is also in the strings of every human being.
The pain, however, causes a search and sedimentation of that other mystery of which you can not do without and that is remembered: "The site runs inside us and becomes a symbol." Everyone has a personal geography ("... walk in the garden, / trying our meeting, / no one sees me") in which returns with others or to evoke the other, evoke the absent. It gives life in a process of polishing, necessary, but from which you must exit ("It 's time to speak / when you start / assimilate the photos).
The photographs are a powerful tool for food memories. The Indians claimed that because the feared stolen the soul, that fermassero life. This assumption seemed absurd, but now I begin to understand it better. If you live image of self and others, takes a dangerous road. Everything serves, I think, in a response. It 's interesting, in this regard, the path of re-appropriation of the other and the city "that emerges from the paper," to return to live there being present to themselves and to the suffering that they and the new ones that will overlook.
Michele Brancale