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WTC (I was there in 1993: North Tower from South Tower. The 9/11 crazy glow does not dim)

L'ultima partita ha avuto inizio undici anni fa, oggi. A NY. Dopo di allora sono state necessarie carte nuove di zecca; un mazzo in trasparente involucro sterile, incontaminato, senza impronte. Lancette (undici anni fa, oggi) con ore diverse, sfasate. Congegni del mondo con rumori secchi, addosso, vicinissimi, sopra, oppure lontani, risuonanti, sovrapposti, concatenati, rinforzati, modificati. Milioni di dolori, delusioni, passioni, tormenti, gioie, spasimi, mischiati alle carte, alle loro infinite combinazioni, tra orrori, profumi, brezze, intorpidimenti e poco azzurro.

 

[The last game began eleven years ago, today. In NY. Since then a new pack of cards was necessary: with a transparent sterile envelope, uncontaminated, without fingerprints. Hands (eleven years ago, today) with different hours, out of phase. World's mechanisms with blunt sounds, inside, very close, above, or far, resounding, overlapping, chained, reinforced, revised. Millions of sorrows, disappointments, passions, torments, joys, pangs, mixed with cards, their endless combinations, in the middle of horrors, perfumes, breezes, torpors and a very very little blue]

 

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Taken on December 2, 1993