The house is a tent by the river. As the fishes swim by, their reluctants bodies are covered in dust. They slowly dance, wimpling in the flow like cryptic pieces of a puzzle that an ancient God had forgot to put together again. That deep penumbra they live no man rules. Matte green, red blood. All gone.
Milano, Navigli, marzo 2023.
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