“How to speak to these sculptures of yours,
my friend Marco? To these lunar figuresmade remote
by such intangible distance?
Closed in dream-spaces
where the heart rejoices in silence
where the clamour of the world
quietens, barren and impotent
earthbound yet extending
towards aerial light zones
How to speak, then?
Only follow their secret breath”.

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Marco Lituani


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