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Miraggi

22/8/2015

 
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Terra arida, terra secca. Niente all'orizzonte se non colonne di aria calda a salire verso il cielo, a confondere gli occhi.
I miraggi, dicono, nascono così. Distanze e forme, assenze e presenze, così come colori e movimento, come flessibili ed acquosi scenari di effimera consistenza.
Alludono e confondono.
Beffardi e cinici, ingannano sapendo di farlo.
Terra e cielo. Cielo e terra. Tutto ciò che è in mezzo e a nessuno appartiene. Ambigua forma di incerta natura.
Quasi sembra di vedere coloro i quali fanno parte della tua vita e sai non possono in realtà essere lì. Proiezioni di una mente doppiamente ingannata. Vacui e fluttuanti simulacri di pensieri e sensazioni, ologrammi subito spezzati, interferenze, inquietudini all'ombra della sera, richiami che giureresti essere voci e vorresti credere tali.
Terra arida, terra secca. Aria calda a salire verso il cielo.
Niente all'orizzonte se non miraggi.

All things must pass

18/8/2015

 
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He got into the car.
Sat down, fastened the seat belt, turned the engine on
Didn't leave the clutch.
Outside the car the night was silent and sweet, as only the Italian summer nights can be sometimes
The engine trumbled softly.
The noise of his thoughts as an hissing
Silence all around
He turned the radio on
A second to power up the circuits, grab the signal, decode and amplify the pre-selected station
"..When winter leaves her branches bare
And icy breezes chill the air
Oh Julia .."

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About paths and perspectives

13/8/2015

 
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Usually alone, usually silent, I simply follow with my eyes the groups of people that move with rules and intention never really understood among those places that become a sort of mandatory aspect to be satisfied.
Nothing wrong in this. Nothing wrong in following the main route, in flowing in the same directions as all the others do, stopping to watch what all the others are watching. Nothing wrong with this.

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Assisi in particolare/2

13/8/2015

 
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Quando alzi lo sguardo al cielo, tutto assume un aspetto diverso.
Quando alzi lo sguardo al cielo, ti allontani comunque dalla terra, provi una sorta di ebbrezza, come se stessi per volare, come se sentissi allentarsi il legame che ti trattiene a questa terra.
Quando alzi lo sguardo verso il cielo, è la distesa uniforme di blu e bianco che ti fa sentire più leggero e in sintonia con il mondo.

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    ​Stories and novels, stories and shades of words. Sapphire can be a voice, a whisper, a night talk.  Colours in words, words merged and melted with pictures. Words as colours, words as shapes sometimes overlapping with the visual experience.  A different way to see the world or, maybe, just the very same way using different tools and finding different paths. ​

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