Flying water and flowers
When, in the one day of the year in which overflows with the fullness of sunlight, and the solstice illuminates the night in the hour later time, I saw a flight of water.
Yes, because the water is many things: nipple that gives life, essential nutrients, arrogant immense strength and destructive wave that pushes or imposes; extinguishable creature, blood and fluid in the belly button of the rocks but also true mirror of life and points out the double role.
This is why the flowers, those who almost obsessively loved Monet at Giverny, here is the spell of the mirage that shines on the water and becomes wrinkled foil that responds to images with images the same, identical, almost tangible, yet slightly disturbed by the other inhabitants of the universe, be they wind, clouds, sky, rocks, hand plunged and almost reveals disturbing feeling.
Flying water, I imagined this in the figures and dreamy fragrance of flowers almost captured by the liquid and then returned to heaven as a gift, from which it is separated only by a well stirred enormous: what you need in life.
at this time is therefore a strong link to "terrestrial" human features, often ignored or forgotten by the frenetic urbanized of the uniqueness of each breath, but also a slight flutter of doubt, that that water in the air and flowers and still teaches to hear and see every little thing under a different aspect, from the perspective of the eternal flow.
Fabian Falconi
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