Author: Zelia Reggianini

  The nature of what we are comes from far away when a supreme mind thought up an autonomous...

  Every time we came back knowing that we would be lost for a long time, thinking about being...

  ME who? Who is this I? Where is it hiding? In your depths, behind the branches, behind the...

  How can a small plant grow enough to break a stone? How does it do it? Maybe because it is...

    White boxes and black boxes pieces with roles to maintain. We move in a straight...