from "Amore Cosmico"

GALLERANI THE SCULPTOR    -    Deutsche version    -    Versione italiana

Slowly,
enormous spider,
you weave your sculpture.
Between myriads of strands,
marked on sheets
of Fabriano paper,
you plot gigantic
nineteenth century machines.
Belts, pulleys T-girders
emerge from your imagination...
The visitors of the Triennale
will remain transfixed
when they see what you have
put together this time.
I don't dare thinking of your next ...

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