tempoluogometallo

..TEMPO LUOGO METALLO“Everything disappears, but nothing indeed dies. For every thing memory remains and under each a wait of transformation exists. But in these long spaces, unbearably long wound of instant widens. Every thing "is" and is not still and the arid space becomes earth of meeting between life and inanimate, between life and its double. These are places of the abandonment, scattered in four corners of the world, marked by our own identity The truth appears in fragments and Nature liberated from another death, nourishes the beings become conscience Metal, spaces, cement, carcass decorate the pictures of always, rebels in any human and delimited law, brightness which capturing looks mixed With the fact that they can and of what they cannot forget. Calendars with lines which muck up the time. Then the eye makes presence, multiplies the subtle details, scans and smoothes history to imprison first and indivisible impulsion: then, Light strikes down to erase because chaos is born form.”..