Printable PDF version (in Italian) Vincent contemplated the monotonous undulation of the sea. Slow, disciplined, never arrogant, even on stormy days when the angry force suddenly woke from its slumber. He had seen his former partner again the night before and was now feeling depressed and melancholy. Their troubled relationship,…
A face watches me: it is motionless, but its eyes flicker like flames courted by the wind. Every color is silent, fading, falling asleep, and the air melts the contours, creates unity, and tears down the forking path. Mist is the essence I seek when I sink into thoughts. Not…
In the beginning was the Word. Then it was ashes. And out of the ashes flowed hope. In the mountains, Into the valleys, People on people to rise again; hanging from electrical wires, the last clothes to be cleaned. Four ways, Four roads that only the wind will travel. And…
