ANXIOUSLY STATUES “Rather choke a child in the cradle, which cradle of unfulfilled desires.” Anxious statues of blood dressed in clothes, and tied for a moment, in the first light of Trafalgar Square, quietly exchanging promises, questions, complaints and cries. Mocking slogans of forbidden love, none of them laments that they would like to be happy, dares to show himself …

DREAM   Black and hard detachment that I stand as thou. Why do you cry? Give me  better to hand, promise to return in a dream. We are like two mountains, We not meet again in this world. If only, when midnight comes, you send me a greeting with the stars. (Anna Andreevna Akhmatova) http://www.amazon.it/Selected-Poems-Anna-Andreevna-Akhmatova/dp/0002710412

Sitting next to a tiller, to look after, you can carefully observe the banks open. Although not wanting to, you follow a track without curbstones that follow behind these waters, rotting and still, always. When the eye does not look at the banks, is a face that rises from the depths stomach, like a fish that lives at the bottom …

It was a day in June, the beginning of the summer of 1999. That’s for sure. Picking up some documents for my trip, I accidentally found some old receipts, not just pieces of paper, but pleasant shades of my travel memories. Six objects, six sites, they reported the freshness of my long stay in Venice. Five are in the restaurants …