Look at 52 across
December 5, a sunny day in
a relentless winter.
Surrounded by the Milanese vortex
I throw my first scream, proud
to confess my existence to the world.
I go back to my city, I tried
everything,built relationships,
destroyed fears and fueled anxieties.
I met dance, a universal language
that breaks down all walls.
And why not? The psyche of people,
5 years of high school studying it,
5 years of asking questions and not
getting satisfying answers.
The human being, an imperfect machine
that hides in the opposite.
The key-word? Observe. I abused
my eyes until I found a new
language, mine, the images.
To imagine, to visualize on a
messy wall and to create,
chaotic movements that fill me.
The need to secretly change things.
Here is the solution, to give life
to images that insinuate themselves
into consciousness, that grab your
raw intestines and drag them down
to your feet, all in carefree silence.
M(e)onza
Palermo
Stockholm(e)
Stockholm
Stockholm
Cote d’azur
Porto