The "movement" of which he speaks Roberto Cogo in this new book has a flowing Danube, smoothly and in harmony with the Earth's axis and the beating of his heart. And even with his beliefs about the world, where history and politics are pathological deformity, while nature, which teems in and out of the blanket of human artifice, is mother earth, continuing source of teaching. It does not disguise the pain just makes it habitable, without ideological or rhetorical embellishments. The poem, which is "exasperated search for crumbs of eternal beauty," in fact operates within a truth "where death is always understood ', as the beloved American poets had announced its (Stefano Guglielmin)