La forma naturale della pietra

Unexpected events of the case

I see you like this: the curves of your naked body fitting in the rock!s natural form, the welcoming

boulder where you like to lay - month of July year 2004 - for hours basking in the sun.

You eel, you dolphin, you seahorse, joy and wonder of the nitid shape, live profile of an animal fearing neither destiny nor time.

From Sensi diversi (2005) by Luca Baldoni

[I would like to thank Luca for providing the aforementioned unpublished translation of his poem]

The anamorphosis of the body that becomes one with the stone on which it sunbathes, detection of a process of conjunction with the Whole that perhaps refers to other poetic times and naturalistic aesthetics. A miniature that carves a happy memory in its gait. My writing work, not new, had started from those images, in which the ensemble instrument blends its composite and changing parts, now revealing them, now camouflaging them, in the same fusion process.

Then an unexpected event.

The death of someone who has partly determined your path as a musician, albeit for a short time, upsets the plans. Carlo Ciceri dies suddenly. And the original idea irremediably changes, a trauma pervades the writing, the process falls apart and the uniform matter becomes a cruel, martial and chaotic rhythm, the convex mirror, through which reality is recomposed.