The shiver of regret walks into me
And joy to be Terenti Graneli.
A chasm before me, black fog all around.

This kind of attention always invites fulfillment in further attention, further holding-open of space for its object.

It was empty, that instrument. They could not give enough breath, they could not breathe in it. They have thrown it away. And he, he took it… He was only half a man. He played like a … Madonna Santissima!