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Casa12 via Prediera 17/2, San Giovanni CasaMedicina2
All the houses have been Medicine House, some more than others. Casa9 and Casa12 have been hell and real Casa Limpia, Casa De La Custodia, Casa De Tempo Nuevo. There, things started again to be fragile and powerful, full of trust, like flower buds in spring.
Casa12 via Prediera 17/2, San Giovanni CasaMedicina2
Who says the right question is more important than the answer forgets that here and now what counts is finding one's answer. Here and now is one's answer, it will change in a few minutes, but here and now it is the answer that can make you breathe.
Casa1 verso il Ventre di Mia Madre
When looking at Casa1 I was reluctant to the very end, then I saw it would be the right dock.
Casa2 via Emilia Ospizio 72
Casa1 and Casa2 stand as a bare and fundamental haiku of gratitude and thankfulness.
Casa6 via Monte Geminiano, La Strada
To the materials that have shaped me, Wood and Metals, to the elements that have forged them, Water, Earth, Fire and Air.
Casa14 Il Mio Cuore
My journey from house to house is an action to reach not the place we belonged to, but the one we will belong to, forged by a new pact with the whole world cretaed by God in order for civilization not to be an accident against nature.
Casa13 via Statale 63, Rio Riccò
Scattered Houses because they are scattered everywhere on Earth, but their positioning responds to a specific design which, however undisclosed in the beginning, has finally concretized itself. The Middle Ground because they stay between the Earth and the Sky.
Casa14 Il Mio Cuore
Scattered Houses Street in the Middle Ground is the imaginary and concrete Way that joins together the houses I lived and I am living in.
Casa12 via Prediera 17/2, San Giovanni CasaMedicina2
At Casa12 Giovanni thought I was like a cloud that arrives, unloads we do not know what, goes away, comes back and is no more the same.
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Casa6 via Monte Geminiano, La Strada
Gratefulness flows over all the houses
Casa8 via Santi 14
From the attic in Casa8--as big as the whole house and covered in mighty wooden beams-- I would pull myself from a chair and by means of my arms' strength up onto the roof; seated on the tiles reddened by the sun setting silently down I would listen to Angels and Clouds playing and calling each other
Casa8 via Santi 14
Angels and Clouds
Casa8 via Santi 14
The restless residents we were, we set off from Casa8 on many journeys, as if horrified by possibly settling down, but then we would crave to come back.
Casa8 via Santi 14
Sailors's joy
Casa8 via Santi 14
Sailors's Restlessness
Casa8 via Santi 14
Sailors
Casa11 via Lungomare Italia 129, Marzocchetta
Casa11 is by the sea, from each of its windows enter light, air, color and the perfume of salt.
Casa10 via Matteotti 13, Rio Groppo
At Casa10 there were no journeys to share nor to crave for, so I entrusted travelling pieces of wood with a dream, an itinerary, a route, in the hope they would bring me back the promise of the present.
Casa10 via Matteotti 13, Rio Groppo
At Casa10 many things and many actions were carried out. As frail and powerful as the grass thread, the flower petal or the ladybug, they became solid, stronger, massive, more and more massive, bulky as if they wanted to become monuments. Simultaneously so fragile. The Chalk Tree was heavy and spectacular. Today the chalk is but a light powder that leaves marks.
Casa10 via Matteotti 13, Rio Groppo
Sometimes the ground shakes, the earth opens up or trembles, a thud comes out of the soil, a squeaking moan in the heart thickens the blood and doesn't let it flow. There is no house to protect you nor house you can squat in.
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