In short, my verses are taken at random, playing themselves to test the poetical taste of today. It is also an allusive re-visit the Unfinished Statues of Michelangelo. Beyond the self-irony, it is possible my readers find in a "block of marble" some ideas and feelings taking forms of detachment. Like in a modern painting, they may resemble the cabbages-because of the rapped leaves: I won't unpack them, as long as I know what is inside. Remember what Theodor.W. Adorno wrote in MM, 29 The next volume is about -as the tittle suggests- "Common Recollections" BOM.