Fantasy is a funny thing. It can ruin people’s consciousness, if they don’t know how to tame it. It can be cheap, not worth much, and no one can prevent you from using it anymore. You have the fantasy of crooked when you go around with a pulsating mind and contortionist legs; or better; when you want to be out, you’re always looking for past loves, and you cancelled everyone but yourself. But now I nail you down to your thoughts, that bunch of rags where you threw the old days, you’re always chasing what doesn’t exist. Dream away. Without fear.
Image CECILIA BAISTROCCHI
Art Direction CECILIA BAISTROCCHI & FRANCESCO GIULIANI
Words DOMENICO COSTANTINI
Un corpo assente ha voce.
Una figura deforme si esprime. Parla e non viene ascoltata, parla e si fa ascoltare.
Il volto stanco.
La voce a terra.
Il corpo nudo.
Il tempo ricorderà le sue parole?
An absent body has a voice.
A deformed figure expresses itself.
It speaks and it’s not heard, it speaks and it makes itself listened to.
Face is tired.
Voice on the ground.
Body is naked.
Will time remember its words?