La_Città_Di_Sabbia

Screaming an anger, in the wind... the distance ... escapes from the hands ... and tight fists stretch, expand to express the dual sense of the production-fruition ... a sound in the distance...
then a cut-off...and in the foreground the boy no longer runs breathlessly...has only reached his partner, his double, actually, om mane padme hum ... and the boy has now finished that endless extreme race... but it has achieved the dream... his desperate dream... a bi-bursting, urgent, imminent, irrepressible need... love