Canedicoda, La città è bellissima, 2025

“Indeed, the city is beautiful, like a journey or a first time. The fear of the first time. I walk down a street, a new path, simply by walking. Dreams come and go unbidden, uncontrolled, without a license, only on Tuesdays, early in the morning, a few minutes like long days. In dreams, I walk, I sleep, I light up. I’ll be out in a moment, it’s light and warm. We’re in the south, we’re in the north. We’re tired of never finding peace. We went out together for the first time during the day, at 3 in the afternoon, and you were wearing striped pants. A moment later, I was awake, in disbelief, like that squid changing color on the seabed.”