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matter and light
piove ci bagna la luce
it’s raining and it’s light. it is not a lamp but lots of light bulbs that fall from the sky. we see them going down, they slide on us, until they crash on the ground. millions of glass fragments that invade us, dress us, cover us until we get illuminated. and they illuminate thoughts.