Le Rose di Alfredo (Alfredo's Roses)
"He gathered the roses in the garden outside of the village. He stumbled without fear and remained there; but I still waiting for him"
A well. A tunnel of earth. The fall, the reflection, the unstable darkness. The lack of exit, the impossibility of movement in situations without our control. Thousand people are buried under the earth. Thousand desires are still there.
The capacity to preserve always the hopes. The fear of being swallowed by the earth, by the events or just by ourselves. There are cavities and it is so complicated to escape; but it is possible.
A project about the feeling with the earth, the subsoil, the chasm.
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