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By unknown stars
we we will go

 

Leaving our shadows
around a fire.

 

("Pleiades", Andrea Sardi, 1975)
 

Pleiades

 

And yet, the journey continues. I fall and get up, experimenting new ways. There is not an arrival, for a soul explorer, which moves, restless, like the sea.

 

The ancient sailors were seeking solace in predictions, warming around the last bonfire on the shore, before leaving, following a constellation anyone had even given name before, fleeing to memories and soul shadows, looking for new fertile lands.

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The colors are those of the yin-yan (black and white), the brown of humility and soil, and the red of blood that makes it fertile, reliving the most remote rituals.

 

The femimine figure remains and prevails.

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At the end, it is the effigy of the Soul.