In the seventies, Cavandoli an entire universe contained in the tip of a pencil.
The hand that traced the line to allow mannikin, also drawn by a single line without interruption, to continue his journey.
A continuous white line ... on a black background.
... The conflict between creator and subject.
For too long, what was your universe, a drawing ... white on black background.
Maybe it's the destiny that chose the sketch of our lives ... and destiny can take unexpected profiles.
Over the years some memories fade, they take different forms and sometimes you wonder if you have a sudden flashback to the front of the eyes are really part of you, or if the imagination and mood of the moment have not helped to change the contours.
When the ghosts of the past are looking for you, try to scare them away ... putting pen to paper. But
affect words based on memories that fill your mind at any given time, is likely to capture images that, once printed, you just can not change.
stay focused on those representations disallow yourself to have a more comprehensive and complete.
you able to notice the nuances or small to see without you looking over?
monsters were mocking those dancing around you, small or insignificant beings disguised to conceal their true likeness?
If you look at them carefully to change their appearance, what you see is the fear, watch faces, e ti accorgi che l’assedio perde di significato.
Non esiste muro di contenimento che non si possa abbattere…peccato che spesso è solo la barriera degli altri quella che vorresti annientare, non la tua.
Vorresti spogliare chi ti sta davanti, serrando entrambe le mani sul tuo paltò.
Abbiamo costantemente bisogno di conferme, di essere rassicurati; apparentemente aperti al mondo… rintanati nella nostra solitudine d’anima che ci fa sentire così “diversi”…a tratti… speciali e incompresi.
Sempre pronti a dimostrare, giudicare…quasi mai disposti a capire.
E le aspettative? …così egoistiche… devastanti, se deluse…
thousand questions crowding his thoughts.
A lot of you can answer.
Some questions remain without success ... others do not require feedback.
Sometimes the solution. ... And demand.
Like a cloud blown by the wind ... changing ...
The hand that traced the line to allow mannikin, also drawn by a single line without interruption, to continue his journey.
A continuous white line ... on a black background.
... The conflict between creator and subject.
For too long, what was your universe, a drawing ... white on black background.
Maybe it's the destiny that chose the sketch of our lives ... and destiny can take unexpected profiles.
Over the years some memories fade, they take different forms and sometimes you wonder if you have a sudden flashback to the front of the eyes are really part of you, or if the imagination and mood of the moment have not helped to change the contours.
When the ghosts of the past are looking for you, try to scare them away ... putting pen to paper. But
affect words based on memories that fill your mind at any given time, is likely to capture images that, once printed, you just can not change.
stay focused on those representations disallow yourself to have a more comprehensive and complete.
you able to notice the nuances or small to see without you looking over?
monsters were mocking those dancing around you, small or insignificant beings disguised to conceal their true likeness?
If you look at them carefully to change their appearance, what you see is the fear, watch faces, e ti accorgi che l’assedio perde di significato.
Non esiste muro di contenimento che non si possa abbattere…peccato che spesso è solo la barriera degli altri quella che vorresti annientare, non la tua.
Vorresti spogliare chi ti sta davanti, serrando entrambe le mani sul tuo paltò.
Abbiamo costantemente bisogno di conferme, di essere rassicurati; apparentemente aperti al mondo… rintanati nella nostra solitudine d’anima che ci fa sentire così “diversi”…a tratti… speciali e incompresi.
Sempre pronti a dimostrare, giudicare…quasi mai disposti a capire.
E le aspettative? …così egoistiche… devastanti, se deluse…
thousand questions crowding his thoughts.
A lot of you can answer.
Some questions remain without success ... others do not require feedback.
Sometimes the solution. ... And demand.
Like a cloud blown by the wind ... changing ...
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