Ode to the statuette African
Nursery wiry figure,
ports in the womb flower of your nature. Fatigue and pain
emerge
dark on your face,
carved, sculpted
(...)
hands of gypsies,
distant and lost in unfamiliar cities, lying on the ground
between alms and shit.
soul flows from
even worse, everything shines
es'irradia
white beam.
Ispirasti
my candle maker, seated on a throne
waiting for the pain.
came from black and orange
to destroy what little
still a clear reason.
Marco Agus Josto
(from his diary in December '95 - nov. '99)
Untitled
Marco Agus Josto
Review of Complementary course in photography
at the Accademia di Belle Arti di Roma
Academic year 1997-1998.
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