Be silent, but present.

You might be silent like a scent.
Only present.

Jekkel - novel

Jekkel, one of the many characters in this novel is, as each of them, the result of a

 physical, but more existential, mutation caused by the arrival of
an unexpected wind: on any day of a near future.
A gentle wind in the end, able to make us close our eyes for a while now
become impossible to define, if not by calling it Now.

Stories of survival and metamorphosis that follow each other to

 converge in a dimension that is also changed,
but surprisingly for the better.

A reflection in psychological and sci-fi key on the feelings that accompany each 

change up to what it will see, in the course of the narration, the fulfillment of a 

different and alternative existence to this.

A visionary novel in which the hand of the wind will only move us,
then let us recombace elsewhere.

- But Elsewhere when?
- This is the Time.

I'll be in Turin on May 10th

Perfect wiew

Gaza painting 

It's always weak the focal point.

Perfect vision never accepts a single point of wiew and

 therefore it moves elsewhere.

Not for not staying, but to return somehow, 
somewhere.

Targets

We will be ghosts,

similar to the shadows we projected and 

those that have darkened us.  

Targets of light.

"Lost in the full brightness"

 

When you feel dark like this, 

all the rest shine.

Corners

Sharp and mute corners 
lie exausted on 

my plan.

ReDouble me

Might I say perfect for me if

you might say perfect for you?