Departure - ATARAXIA

«I don’t mind the harmony of waters

I’m looking nothing but dissonances

Something more than perfection

Crossing the narrow arch

That I know»

(passage from S. Quasimodo)

Even today

We found a treasure

We found the masks

But nothing of what was found here

Will be sent-away

Or fall in wrong hands

(inscription found in a deserted lunatic asylum)