To Eduardo B. Toledo Listur
and Orlando Toledo, son

To trace someone who could give you the strength of the hands
even before you. And that would love me as the wind that refreshes,
that cools, that subverts, that blows away, that launches
is loved!
To germinate you and deliver you here, between us, from us! Then, to accept
laws not mine, others’ negations and affirmations. Touch and farewell!
To look for you, find you, emancipate you, meet you again in the other’s
What other more virtuous concession can the flesh give me
what more collected clemency can quieten each wound
if not the possibility of watching you loved by others’ love, by their delight!

Paris, fresh and silvery
2017 – Maria A. Listur


“Il destino governa le vicende del genere umano con un ordine non riconoscibile.”/“Destiny rules the events of the human race with a not recognizable order.”


-“La Ferita”? È un titolo che svela immediatamente, non c’è mistero!
-Infatti! Io sono fatta d’ombra, di notti imposte! La prego… Non mi parli di mistero! Non ora che sto imparando le leggi del sole…






La Ferita – dettagli, 2001/17 – Roma Parigi/The Wound details, 2001/17 – Rome Paris – Gabriele del Papa ph    MD’art ed.

Parigi, quando l’inclinazione dei raggi m’indora e mi riscalda.
2017 – Maria A. Listur


“Destiny rules the events of the human race with a not recognizable order.”


-“The Wound”? It’s a title that immediately reveals, there is no mystery!
-Exactly! I am made of shadow, of inflicted nights! I beg you… Don’t talk to me about mystery!
Not now when I am learning the laws of the sun…

Paris, when the inclination of the sunrays gilds me and warms me up.
2017 – Maria A. Listur