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“L’ho perduto. È andato via quando il mio atto del filmare è stato contaminato dal vedere. La purezza dello sguardo è svanita. Si è fatta mera solitudine. I miei occhi sono serrati persi nella gioia del dolore. L’agonia dello sguardo è arrivata. Sento il suo peso dentro i miei occhi mentre le palpebre sono ancora chiuse. Non riesco più a vedere ma posso immaginarmi di guardare, oltre il buio.”

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Elogio alla solitudine dello sguardo

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