Meeting Benches World art in all forms
When you’re here with me, this room has no walls but trees, infinite trees. When you’re here with me, this purple ceiling, no, no longer exists. I see the sky above us, that we stay here, abandoned, as if, if there was nothing left, nothing left in the world. Harmonious sounds, like an organ that vibrates for you and for me, of the immensity of the sky. For you, and for me, in the sky.
(Gino Paoli)
