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"Il bizzarro mondo di Emily"
"The bizarre world of Emily"
Mixed media on canvas
50 x 50 cm
2015
I used to meet Emily in the warm spring days; finished the job, just to stretch my legs and breathe a little 'air I walked towards the park, already green and in bloom of summer in May. Emily saw me, let go everything and everyone and was coming towards me to embrace me starting to tell me about his adventures of the day, the games, the tasks to be done and most of all I was telling her visions and her stories of her enchanted world of which she was in world the messenger, so I said, I listened, a bit 'distracted, taking a little' around and she got angry because unheard and taken very seriously.
I saw her every day that summer ... and the beginning of autumn, the leaves have fallen and the biting cold already, disappeared .. .. not see her again, I waited for the day to park up to evening, almost oblivious to the daily tasks by sbrigare..non see her again.
In early December, and the snow was falling abundantly, left the country with a fixed idea, Emily .. where were you?
Last week walking through the center of my city, I was at one point attracted by a shop window decorations, avvicinatomi saw, almost hidden in a corner, a children's book and the title left me appalled .. "The weird world of Emily "..so was called ..Emily I had not seen her, but she had found me and left me a message ..
I returned to Mostar that Christmas and after filming and requested information through the alleys of the old village I found an elderly woman claiming to be familiar with the little girl pointed to a road ..the taken and came to her: she was number 6 of a third row of a small cemetery set up in large fretta..e over the mound stood a stick with an attached paper..few words I read in it .. "Emily've finally found your bizarre world."
Mixed media on canvas
50 x 50 cm
2015
I used to meet Emily in the warm spring days; finished the job, just to stretch my legs and breathe a little 'air I walked towards the park, already green and in bloom of summer in May. Emily saw me, let go everything and everyone and was coming towards me to embrace me starting to tell me about his adventures of the day, the games, the tasks to be done and most of all I was telling her visions and her stories of her enchanted world of which she was in world the messenger, so I said, I listened, a bit 'distracted, taking a little' around and she got angry because unheard and taken very seriously.
I saw her every day that summer ... and the beginning of autumn, the leaves have fallen and the biting cold already, disappeared .. .. not see her again, I waited for the day to park up to evening, almost oblivious to the daily tasks by sbrigare..non see her again.
In early December, and the snow was falling abundantly, left the country with a fixed idea, Emily .. where were you?
Last week walking through the center of my city, I was at one point attracted by a shop window decorations, avvicinatomi saw, almost hidden in a corner, a children's book and the title left me appalled .. "The weird world of Emily "..so was called ..Emily I had not seen her, but she had found me and left me a message ..
I returned to Mostar that Christmas and after filming and requested information through the alleys of the old village I found an elderly woman claiming to be familiar with the little girl pointed to a road ..the taken and came to her: she was number 6 of a third row of a small cemetery set up in large fretta..e over the mound stood a stick with an attached paper..few words I read in it .. "Emily've finally found your bizarre world."
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