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Oniriche, like a Martian dream, the Towers of San Gimignano materialize a bit the time in the fog that it wraps to them. Goodness knows what would have thought Dante in front of these colors: perhaps to the city of Dite, with its low reverberates of flame, in pagan red of its Hell. I always ask ' goodness knows what thought' or it would have said someone of the historical personages who I frequent, watching what I am watching: the things that survive, that they were 'they' and hour they are ours, consumed, rielaborate, metabolizzate, modeling the continuous one to flow of a time/sea that are left over and re-enter, cutting sea cliffs, smoothi