The evening falls on low and discolored shades and from the walls of a strange house you see and do not see people talking and going away towards the darkness of life and the amphitheater of common gestures and daily life ..............

the afternoon passes / some light comes on at someone's home in light effects and prisms of late afternoon fi xing / due to one that affects things and shapes .....

Volumes of canvas are arranged radially between museums and equations of melancholy and memories of other forms / other compasses of views and solid mornings and ascent of horizons and light and shadows .........

things are safe and unstable, the blues and blacks of the evening seem paca and apparent and on the buildings and statues forgetful of shadow passages, the great shadow of the afternoon is just drawn ..........

There is only silence around, silence will be discussed at dinner between diners and ghosts

Francesco Serrao