I search in the corner, quiet things

lost on the memory silence.

And there I build a new corner

the green mosso of the mountains

where the rounded dreams multiply again

and the flowers without owners fills out the space,

colonizing roadsides

stippling everything with a thousand colors.

I search the blue of the dimensions,

the freedom of flight

the softness of changed cotton

in transparent clouds

like transparent is the dreams of the ones

the lives in my supporting castles.

I search the simple, the pure, the happiness of every day life.

I try to rescue the kitter times and ballons,

when it was allowed to be free and child.

I try to rescue the landscape and the primitive man

Insistently merged on any place of utopy,

and for them I create a new space

without barriers and limit, where everything is possible,

even magic.

The magic of color, and remarkably LOVE.