Melancholy, sadness and abandon. Dolls coddled by a baby girls, now left
aside , are a piece of a scenery made of private objects deprived of their
utility, of the love of those who used them.
A small plane, a night iacket, now useful, polluting, despised because of the
obstruction they create.
They were pieces of a romantic and emotional past, now neglected, but they are
still alive and full of ambition like who wants to claim of a meaning , or
maybe of love again.