The poet’s attentive and relentless gaze.
Ezio wanders through a world that, in order to adapt to the thinness of screens, does not hesitate to flatten itself. As he wanders aimlessly, he opens an abandoned book. When he closes it, it continues to speak to him, inviting him to open the windows of life.
The pages of the book then become fragments of lives, those of others but also his own, of which all poetry is made.
