The color dazzles my senses,
they’re dense for the vague morning dim light
Impudent, I keep an eye on me.
I lose one’s way on the breezy look of this silent wave
You are enough for me.
And I become alone
cheerful to look what strikes me,
long a street that gazes me mine...
I turn off the light. I trigger the colors.
I throw away my thoughts around the corner with the passion of someone who knows he is strong.
Pink. It’s all in this connection. The color, pink. The flower, rose. The fragrance, pink.
In questo periodo dettato dall’incertezza politica, io una certezza ce l’ho: croce sul Dr. Hauschka!