Destiny was superb it spoke among mountains and gray cumuli like castles in the sky, swollen with heat, with rain, with harvests, with infinite richn… - Caterina Davinio

And I go down the stairs again with the screeching of my worn out soul P. G. tunes instruments for his golden arm alchemy in a metropolitan shell The squeak of time was thrown back into the cracks where the plaster has the form of a twisting branch and my veins are sturdy trunks, scaly, for drops of green sap nourishment rising from the bowels of the earth, …

Now that everything is, or may be, "digital" and could contemplate its membership in an e-category, the final product should be always studied, not only in its appearance, but in its process, structure, in its modes of functioning and of presentation / fruition and also in an historical perspective.

I am ashamed of the polished words, so I hide them throwing rough and crude notes like the Rondanini Pietà still raw with matter on the lines of crystal like the soul that sparkles in one’s eyes. ...