Le verità nascoste
Amore e devozione
Emozionale confusionale
La forza della vita
Il testimone
La ricerca della strada
L'esistenza
L'apparenza
Domani
Il cerchio della Luna
Frail as wet paper, words lose their mark and stretch between the scattered webs of a light fabric.
The foreignness of memory…the extraneousness of an image that no longer belongs to us, a dark day that still struggles shaking certitudes and ideals.
Nothing appears to be true.
We are spectators of a different world, in a frail and tired time.
Doubts and deceptions, hypocrisies and prejudices tend their invisible net.
The pitch becomes doubtful. The mind feels a vertigo.
The truth is hidden behind veils, in the deep wood of appearances.
The foreignness of memory…the extraneousness of an image that no longer belongs to us, a dark day that still struggles shaking certitudes and ideals.
Nothing appears to be true.
We are spectators of a different world, in a frail and tired time.
Doubts and deceptions, hypocrisies and prejudices tend their invisible net.
The pitch becomes doubtful. The mind feels a vertigo.
The truth is hidden behind veils, in the deep wood of appearances.
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