a radioplay composed for Klangendum







the vision of a room where the old furnishing

arrests a vague quiver of thought, by a luminous                                                 ON

breaking of its refracting waves, like the pendulum

of a clock only becoming audible when it loses its

momentum, the origin already absent, immobilized

in a narcotic calm of death, elusive in its spiralling

pace to the guest it had woken up.