In her delicate arms there were frozen dead bodies dancing like pendulums

Firebreathing dragons and candy forests

I was trapped by those images, I couldn’t fly away


No noise

Resistance

Elasticity


Higher above the children’s cradles

Asibikaashi woven its spider web into a tangle of wonders

Those Little Minds were amazed by the transparent lace of its swing; so fragile

but so beautiful


She gleamed

She talked with the wind

I wanted to see her


I slowly remember about some time in the future

I remember feathers’ whispers and dreams

My colourful wings were covered up with silvery silk

The long filaments ran through the net and reflected a stone light on me.


In the dark corner of the great Mist Once

I began to swing


By Giulia Carpentieri

In her delicate arms there were frozen dead bodies dancing like pendulums

Firebreathing dragons and candy forests

I was trapped by those images, I couldn’t fly away


No noise

Resistance

Elasticity


Higher above the children’s cradles

Asibikaashi woven its spider web into a tangle of wonders

Those Little Minds were amazed by the transparent lace of its swing; so fragile

but so beautiful


She gleamed

She talked with the wind

I wanted to see her


I slowly remember about some time in the future

I remember feathers’ whispers and dreams

My colourful wings were covered up with silvery silk

The long filaments ran through the net and reflected a stone light on me.


In the dark corner of the great Mist Once

I began to swing


By Giulia Carpentieri