... I remember that when a knock at the door.
There was a beautiful sculpture in Tokamachi, to be precise station Matsudai: a sprawling flower in many colors, all covered with polka dots, in the midst of green fields and beside the River.
I loved watching her every time I spent in the car with Higuchi san, and when the other entered the museum and I am made to leave out, I climbed the hill to watch closely.
I was a little bit there to see dragonflies, then I went down to the River.
Then I went back to Italy.
fact is that in this winter cold at one point I saw the posters with a picture of a huge pumpkin spotted blacks, but I did not say anything to anyone, thinking that perhaps I would not find many candidates willing to come with me to the show.
Maybe I was a little resistant to the idea of \u200b\u200bsuperimposing other images to the memory of the sprawling flower.
But when Angela Unlined the poster there has been no saints.
A huge flower colorful background Pimpa was exactly what we could be up at the entrance of the exhibition, but not what I expected at all was the discovery that these countless Polka Dots ( is not a beautiful name for a cat?) I called Spotted unconsciously, not at all happy result of a core but a kind of manic obsession.
... but after all, who reads poetry is, and is also a sculpture: to me continue to bring joy!
Ps: I wish I was a bit 'less lazy, there would be so many things to see and do in Milan ...
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