“Of the theme of the Angel“
1985, terracotta, iron and paper on wood, cm 150 x 200
…Might the cosmic space in which we are dissolved have our flavour?
Might it be true that the Angels
Are only derived from them, an emanation of them,
Or is there perhaps, as if by error, a little of our essence there? To their features
Have we remained only like that vagueness that can be seen on the faces of pregnant women? The Angels
Are not aware of it in the whirl of their return to themselves (how could they be aware of it)