It has become difficult, today, to pay attention to the things that we are used to seeing every day as being taken for granted.
How many people, day or night, look up to the deep sky thinking about what incredible and infinite exists around us? How many reflect on our smallest dimension compared to everything that exists just outside our planet Earth? How many view the pale form and light of the poetic Moon with transport?
I do not know, I would like to know but few will honestly say their sincere thoughts and many will repeat words and speeches that only true poets really know how to do. Sometimes I reflect on the creations of Lucio Fontana and Kengiro Azuma, on their concept of space, on what they wanted to tell us and that we have not yet understood. Art is a difficult and lonely road that many people think they are traveling by making too much noise. Pengpeng is a fine observer and many things do not escape his gaze. The Moon has been observing it for years because it knows that its silent company has bee
