“Riddle Number One —I don’t live in the name, but in the brand. I choose the moment, but it doesn’t want me. What I seek devours me. What devours me doesn’t satisfy me. When I signed, the hand was mine. When I spoke, the voice belonged to someone else. Since then, I’ve been walking in the company of what I asked for. And the further I go, the more the ground becomes a thread. My clothes don’t keep me warm, don’t weigh me down, don’t fall off. Who am I?
Riddle Number Two – I don’t create: I corrode. I do not deny the truth; I render it useless. I do not knock; I am already inside. I do not lie; I twist words. I bring light without warmth. I recommend paths that descend while ascending. I do not ask for the soul; I make it seem like a remnant. I smile when you agree. I vanish when you call upon me. Who am I?
Riddle Number Three —I shatter into a thousand pieces, yet I am one. Whoever tries to tame me is found by me. Whoever tries to ignore me falls into my arms. I am the wind that bends the trees for no reason. Those who seek me in error find me in the rule. I am the secret heart of what you call law. I have no form; I possess them all. Kings fear me; the winds invoke me. Who am I?” (Romeo Castellucci)