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  • Every day I pass by these trains on the way to my studio. They go to Como Lake or to Lake Maggiore. Every day I imagine I could take one of them instead of going to work. It is not that I hate what I do, it is a matter of beauty. Different fields.

    I imagine myself by the shore of the lake sipping a tea or a caffè americano, reading and listening to music. Sometimes I wish I could do it with an imaginary lover, sometimes I imagine myself there, alone. It depends on the craving of the moment. I love lakes.

    They are always a bit grey, even in a sunny day crystal clear. It's a pearl grey, precious, but so old fashioned. They enshrine hidden traces of a glorious past.They are not infinite and their sense of measure is a world apart. Like the olive trees they feed, even here in the North, where olives are not supposed to grow.

    Today it was raining and raining. I do not like it. I hate it because I hate umbrellas.
    But, as usual, I paid attention to the train, I thought about its destination and, all of a sudden, the heavy drops falling from above melted with the water of the lakes. All of a sudden, after many months, I was listening to Arcade Fire again. I could afford it. It doesn't hurt anymore.
    Oh, damn, they still sound so good.

    I thought again about being by the shore, with my tea, behind a window hypnotized by the rain meeting the water of the lake.
    Arcade Fire sounded even more astonishing. I smiled, in spite of my umbrella. I took this picture and the train made me understand that beauty is a promise. Who cares if it is not always present. Every day I collect signifiers. They are perfect, they are delicious and they can be enough.
    There will always be a lake waiting for my me.

    Written in my studio, listening to "Mirror Mirror" by The Irrepressibles. Still raining...
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