I was insulted by images,
I’ve cried in silence. All alone with my tears.
I’ve tried to forget!!!!
All that I want now is to see the sinner’s blood .
I was insulted by images, I’ve cried in silence. All alone with my tears. I’ve tried to forget!!!! All that I want now is to see the sinner’s blood .
di Flora Tarantino
L'arte non era il fine ma il pretesto ed il metodo per individuare il nostro ritmo specifico e le possibilità nascoste del nostro tempo. La scoperta di una nuova comunicazione di questo si trattava. (waking life)
