The mirror is believed the way a poem is believed. It's believed because it's there.

I read; I travel; I become

The truth is that the poems are ecstatic.

A culture, we all know, is made by its cities.

All of Victorian verse is pentameter.

I too saw the wooden horse blocking the stars.

Slowly my body grows a single sound, slowly I become a bell, an oval, disembodied vowel, I grow, an owl, an aureole, white fire poesia "Metamorfosi, I. Luna