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A walk between the worlds ...
A city like any other, a place like many others, everywhere a possibie , a path surrounded by a long walk between the worlds.
A sultry evening walking with a goal, but without pre- perrcorso ; you get carried itinerary aiming only alll'arrivo final .
Walk shipped, immersed in a kind of stream of colored atmospheres ; as I was in a tunnel just mixed paints that you just skim , but feel like they were moving fluid .
Looks busy intersections , some lost , others even sketched and then fragments of speeches called on his cell phone , friend , lover or husband ; but the lighter ones are silent and are on the faces of those intersections are perceived by step , in the procession , from the wave of energy that hits you like a slap ; sometimes pleasant and even accitante , or other angoisciosa almost delirious .
And then the scents , smells, feelings of joy or painful , research or escape from love.
On the balcony as a woman walks in a cage, and search someone that is late ; another quarrel in a citifono , I wonder if someone will speak with or 'll be arguing with herself?
Cross the park , the pass becomes slower to enjoy nature ; she is talking about , or rather is singing a melody.
All of a sudden sobs , tears pouring , sentences that tell the whole story in a nutshell: " ... I can not believe it ... I am thirteen who we are together ...", you hear the sound but can not see anyone, then , in a hidden corner between a wall and a fence , sitting on the ground weeping woman talking on a cell phone, or maybe you just despair with the damn phone.
The pass near dogs in search of game , they are joyful , playful ; and then follows two young men running hot and sweating trying to detoxify bodies and minds .
And you walk , leave everything behind , but realizing that you've touched universes of situations, perceptions, energies that have done your walk a guided tour through the varied world of a busy day.
http://youtu.be/8vAyitZPcMo
A city like any other, a place like many others, everywhere a possibie , a path surrounded by a long walk between the worlds.
A sultry evening walking with a goal, but without pre- perrcorso ; you get carried itinerary aiming only alll'arrivo final .
Walk shipped, immersed in a kind of stream of colored atmospheres ; as I was in a tunnel just mixed paints that you just skim , but feel like they were moving fluid .
Looks busy intersections , some lost , others even sketched and then fragments of speeches called on his cell phone , friend , lover or husband ; but the lighter ones are silent and are on the faces of those intersections are perceived by step , in the procession , from the wave of energy that hits you like a slap ; sometimes pleasant and even accitante , or other angoisciosa almost delirious .
And then the scents , smells, feelings of joy or painful , research or escape from love.
On the balcony as a woman walks in a cage, and search someone that is late ; another quarrel in a citifono , I wonder if someone will speak with or 'll be arguing with herself?
Cross the park , the pass becomes slower to enjoy nature ; she is talking about , or rather is singing a melody.
All of a sudden sobs , tears pouring , sentences that tell the whole story in a nutshell: " ... I can not believe it ... I am thirteen who we are together ...", you hear the sound but can not see anyone, then , in a hidden corner between a wall and a fence , sitting on the ground weeping woman talking on a cell phone, or maybe you just despair with the damn phone.
The pass near dogs in search of game , they are joyful , playful ; and then follows two young men running hot and sweating trying to detoxify bodies and minds .
And you walk , leave everything behind , but realizing that you've touched universes of situations, perceptions, energies that have done your walk a guided tour through the varied world of a busy day.
http://youtu.be/8vAyitZPcMo
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Un caro saluto
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Spero di vedere il tuo nuovo lavoro, in ogni caso il titolo è esaustivo e richiama all'attualità (ahinoi di sempre!) del rapporto di scollamento e distacco delle città dall'uomo comune, un distacco di Alcuni su molti tramite quel rapporto piramidale che crea Tepli di Ministeri, anzi di Misteri che proteggono gli interessi di pochi a discapito dei restanti ... e noi restanti siamo, a capo chino e in attesa di parole imbellettate di furbizia, quando non è peggio.
Città che macinano carne e mente vivente come fossero una fabbrica ... una fabbrica di orrori ...
segue... max
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