FIELD OF MEMORIES

I close my eyes and it's like a vague, indefinite research.
It’s an emotion from the past, blurred, imprecise, in motion.
It's like writing a short film in non-places of the mind: the stage changes, disconnected visions talk together.
This suspended atmosphere confuses and cuddles me, when I think I've grabbed it, it escapes me again.
Memory, here you are, you are just like I remembered!

 

ENJOY YOUR AMARCORD JOURNEY!

FIELD OF MEMORIES

I close my eyes and it's like a vague, indefinite research.
It’s an emotion from the past, blurred, imprecise, in motion.
It's like writing a short film in non-places of the mind: the stage changes, disconnected visions talk together.
This suspended atmosphere confuses and cuddles me, when I think I've grabbed it, it escapes me again.
Memory, here you are, you are just like I remembered!

 

A scent, a color or a music are enough to ignite the memory: a very personal dreamy journey, a story halfway between illusion and truth. In a suspended atmosphere, moving and unrelated scenes chase each other, in a sequence of sensations and images that populate the mind as soon as you close your eyes.

Today and Yesterday merge into a single adventure, the clear Present speaks to the indefinite Past giving it inputs, which find meaning in the drawers of Memory, just like magic!

Enjoy your amarcord journey!