Traccie
5.55
2008
Water written words, destined to vanish in the oblivion .
Frail traces of concepts , whom borders are fleeting and rebuildible , arousing foreboding , left us alone and exhausted in front of a world who cannot learn from his sins and mistakes .
Certitudes crumble when they meet the time .
The horizon looks dark .
The words " Memoria, Identità , Scelta , Diritti , Pace , Futuro " ( Memory , Identity , Choise , Rights , Peace , Future ) overlap and fade to remark how much the concepts behind the words are frail .
Even idiom , ( Italian in this case ) looks destinated to vanish in the Babel of language.
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