I’m not a person of many words. And probably who will meet me, will never listen to a big chat or a long speech. But, maybe, thoughts run not just to become words...
I often look people’s eyes, the eyes of who I love, I know or I just meet and it seems that behind them there are the stories of universes never shown. If it would be true, that eyes show the soul, than I would say I chance to see it! But maybe, it is just a big deceit.
A deceit of a mind which wants to believe at the good behind masks, facades and walls.
I’ve no the gift of who easily approaches people. Sometimes I seem to perceive something about their unsaid stories. I try to listen to their mute speech. But who knows if the sounds I hear are the right ones. ....to see too far inside or  see  the deceit of my senses. 

Who konws!
Who doesn’t speak,
who never feels to be enough,
who doesn’t see,
who doesn’t want to tell,
who, patient, contemplates,
who nourishes oneself with the amazement for the nature.
Thousands of possibilities, as balloons that inflate themselves more and more.
Who draws! Why? I’ve no the answer...sometimes it is just need, it is to abandoned yourself to your thoughts and look at your hand moving on the paper, while strokes, little by little, outline shapes, figures, signs and sometimes colours.
People ask me what this or that draw represents..... the Whole and The None!
It’s the product of the free flight of the mind in those hidden and unwanted holes of our being. It’s the feeling of our emotional states.
It’s love, resentment, infinite suffering.
It’s hope that seeks air to breathe.
It’s light that wouldn’t want to die.
It’s to say things reassured by the secret code which hide them.

Sara..........................................................................................VERSIONE ITALIANA >>