"It 'a temple of nature" where lines and shapes free themselves from the principles and then relax to the aromas of the times, to the passage of the screws barricaded at' shade of the willows, red towards segments brimming cypresses, laurels to the elusive where dark and alternate plots lend themselves to draw new temporary signs.
But here again the circular line, as if an 'unknown force pushing it encouraged.
downhill instead, lavender bushes and strawberry emery outline of the green herbs. Even as the words slip pictures between the "pillars living"; places confused murmur of heat experienced by the rural menageries, where the images themselves vanish in gold geometries.
Taken from the script " ... before the wire 'silver coming loose " Massimo Innocenti
September 2001