Domenica

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Do no get too…close You could burn Non avvicinarti troppo … potresti bruciarti… (VM) Reinvent … have the power to destroy itself and …reborn. The distance (to the right side of the world map) … it was my drug, my ritual, or my initiation .. Inventarsi da capo…avere la forza di distruggersi per rinascere. La … Leer más

Lune de automne… …le sourire encore d’étè… Je doit dire quelchose…avant partir… Des Turin est venue une pair de chaussures couleur de peau… on marche bien…vers l’infini… 1990-50 x 70? grazie andrea….son proprio scarpe per me… l’art premonitoire…tu sais…Je suis prêt pour le grand voyage… En tant, être ici est splendide…dans l’instant présent embrassé sans … Leer más

In carrying out my work, I have a special importance to the matter of which leave for language development. Living matter that will be the starting point: I will address the unconscious, until the secret fire. But I need the secret fire leads me to an area in which something is known … The secret … Leer más

The diary is one of the places where I get to be my self. Is a warm place, full of silence. And… also abysmal. Necessary abysmal. Where I can stay at the required temperature… Sometimes there is only nothingness, then I have no words. But then… beats anything around me (about the pictures: there is … Leer más

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May nothing disturb you! (St. Teresa of Avila had these verses written in her breviary**) May nothing disturb you. May nothing astonish you. Everything passes. God does not go away. Patience can attain anything. He who has God within, does not lack anything. God is everything!*

However and beyond appearance, another feeling may be sensed. Something so untouchable and inexplicable as the provisional and at the same time eternal union of conflicting elements, fragile alliances, which above all, endure and survive, creating new unions and discovering secret and amazing affinities. …Her exploring attitude allows her to infuse into the occidental cultural … Leer más

Cavalli e fanciulli. Torri e grammofoni moderni che girano in un vorticoso cerchio di musica. Sembra di sentire lo scalpitio degli anglo-arabi-sardi dell’Ardia di Sedilo o del Palio di Siena. L’odore della terra mossa dagli zoccoli e dalle corse innocenti di ragazzi di città che suonano violoncelli di crine. Terra di Siena e rosso veneziano. … Leer más

foto MARIA alemany May be is nothing … that springs now. But this «nothing» is better than many «somethings» ….peut-être c’est «rien» …j’aime cet rien infini.

I giorni senza fine -e senza inizio- come piacciono a me…il tempo a la fine . le temps… Quando si abbattono le frontiere e un’energia primordiale si propone come sostanza-grotta, nella quale sostare. Avevo imparato a perdermi nella respirazione con tale abbandono che talvolta avevo la sensazione di non essere io …a respirare…ma di essere … Leer más

…………. rain in paris