On the page of the notebook
the essence was invisible
because it was covering all the space
like time in history.
But the writer could fill it
with his fountain pen
and especially with the flow of the ink.
It was like a new blend on the paper.
The paper of the golden notebook
was filled with the ink
of his body and his mind.
The invisible body
and the beautiful mind
had created a texture
like a skin of history
or even a palimpsest
to code in a refold
the memory
and the intelligence
to keep alive the trace
of the human gift.