La stanza di Elena

Butterflies have fragile legs, do not walk but hovering and moving their flights roccamboleschi create an image laced, boxed and claustrophobic. Elena has a room where he spends his life spread out like a stalk of poppy on the roof of her bed. If I empty the room is only impression, the impression of having freed it from its stench existential leave the empty frames and other icons, but are not quite empty, inside they have the Dolls. After two weeks will be born, and you're served the image IM-chance, vibrant and depressing, tense as the legs of Helen, always horizontal.
Elena's disease forces her to live in this room, this is the room of Elena