VOICES OF CONTINUITY My travels ~ I followed stories from books, looked among rubbles and pillars, refiguring triumphs, calamities of ancient times forged on slabs ~ in Athens, Cairo, Beijing, Moscow, across the world, thirsting for more, life sculpted on stones. The past stole my days, rushed mornings into evenings, not a moment could they hold still. I strolled as if across an atlas, piloted by little dots with resonant names, through Asia, Africa, South America, dusty fields, dusty stones. I journeyed within a star, a kaleidoscopic globe, accordion of silent music with echoes into days to come. Tutto mondo ĂŠ paese. The whole world is a village. What mattered in the end were the children. I saw them reflected in every stone their voice of continuity, laughter and cries.
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