Fiore / Stringimi
“We must not only just follow the light, we must be the light.”
Those words rumbled inside him like thunder,
they started banging in his chest
descending into the stomach
They slipped into his legs and then climbed up his arms and eventually arrived in his mind
in a flash they became an idea.
He grabbed a long copper cable and held it in his hands.
It began to turn by itself.
Text by Gloria Perosin