Italian night


In Umbrio, in Amatrice

At six-point-two—and now

Rest is something



It is what remains

After all has

Fallen and a

Victim people

Try to rise


Nature has

Split the nation


We must go there

To reach into

Rocks and

Open earth


To remove

Into airy day

Those who must

Exhale still

In order to

Remove or rebuild


Notte bianca o in bianco,

In sleepless night