If on a winter's night a traveler (thing)

Italo Calvino	In a network of lines that intersect	If at all possible read this book with your eyes shut.	Closing the book on Rebecca
The Unbearable Lightness of Being	You will be wrong. Embrace it.	Outside the town of Malbork	What story down there awaits its end?
Without fear of wind or vertigo	On the carpet of leaves illuminated by the moon	Looks down in the gathering shadow	In a network of lines that enlace
within this robot, your best poetry	The Observer 100 Greatest Novels of All Time	Around an empty grave	Pastiche
Leaning from the steep slope	The Dictionary of the Khazars	What were you expecting? Once the process of falsification is set in motion, it won't stop.	Invisible Cities
She is in the heartbeat you hear around you, listen	You want to reassure her, but you don't know where to start	Are apples, or a woman, so far from your reality?