Free to be imprisoned
Sometimes strange oxymorons, accostature buffers actions thus attract each other bulbs generate life, results that cross the grid iron Time to start the individual time cosmic. This is the feeling I had before this installation, free to be imprisoned, these roots, combining earth and sky through an underground beat, underground, incessant, through a branching capillary becomes solid anchor hook but also the mother that nourishes . So for too long buried alive, but without the gratification that it is essential to those who have a brisk business. And, waiting for the baptism of science, from nameless for the nomination, the name will have the gratitude and will thus come among men, that they will become a language with a precise and accurate. In some way is the desire to be imprisoned, but in a sweet captivity, longed for a captive, a surrender to a happy fate awaited. Finally, in the name will also be knowledge, deducible, decipherable. And all this will initiate the most joyous to all full moons that between now and always will love the night.
Fabian Falconi
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