Italians poems is an going project taken between 2019-present in which I capture non staged moments during my encounters with people I know more or less and also my relationship with nature.
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Poem by Paul Caponigro -
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Almost night.The sound of the sea on the background, smell of sand, pine trees...that scent of a warm day when it meets the night. On the other side this cloud with a thunder inside. -
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“Another thing I was aware of was that nearly all gestures, all of our ways of talking, are mechanical. It’s true. You put your hand like this. Look. There are two pages in Montaigne about the way our hands go where we don’t want them to go. He’s a writer who isn’t really difficult. You can always read a page or two and find something. Theatre consists of well controlled gestures and words. Cinema must be something different—not controlled. It must be the equivalent of life, like any art, but certainly not copied or simulated.” Robert Bresson -
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