The first heartbeat and everything is there.
But what you’ve seen around doesn’t fit the calm water,
what comes from the others is a falling leaf,
dead for the tree and nutrition for the ground.
The roof of the normal ones is crushing on its walls of paper,
where silence is too noisy to say something,
order means total chaos,
hypnotized by the lack of nothing.
Straight wires burning in the ice,
words of wisdom that nobody ever said,
launching official frustrations to the space,
with the hope to find respect.
Lost waves bring the sun,
in the morning shade,
squared circles rise from the blank bliss,
in the whitest black.
– Out Of Lines –
Mixed media on canvas
100x60x4cm
2012
Private collection, Genoa IT
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