Inside station lights. Soul lands on a star sky.
Human waiting. What do we wait actually? What does it mean waiting meantime life is passing away? It will arrive; we are so using to wait, despite never ready at all.
Lines go away. The lines design, paint, draw; they are iron paths from which you can leave or where you can arrive. People spend their life with obligations, duties and compliancies; lines are always there to help our days to ad the new day. Everything is mysteriously so silent, as, deeply, useless.
Visus goes down. Do will we meet each others? Always hoping you will bang your eyes up on me.
Mild and gentle is the serenity of this glimpse. The static nature of the image places the individual in the instant as perpetual solution of the life. Is everyone’s life, but, just like this?
Papà is always inside a body
Luxury life is close on the street. Is our soul, inside a body, also, in this way?
Montecarlo; beyond.
Montecarlo time. Sometimes a body is running away; other times It is frozen. What you can find there exactly? Bodies inside wallet or, simply, wallet inside bodies? You can lose, winning inside a wallet; you will never find more, then, yourself.
Youth meets the world; watching all from upside. Viceversa, you find humbleness; climbing step by step.
The legendary racing road
Comfort on sofa. Animals theme and fake musical band. Is this an elegant and fun life?
Monaco’s Police. Respect.
Nobody knows how you all are. Anybody walks around, from a point to another. Sometimes, strangely, you are, despite all, by other side of the world, meantime you are proceeding from a point to another, by a way or the other way. Nobody knows you are going, despite for you it should be really important. Life is running just inside a body.
Yachts can exist thanks to the Archimedean force, a Sicilian from Syracuse that invented the civilization.
Is It moving? It brings this wave to the mind.
Monaco’s Gulf. There are humans all around. The truth is behind, upwards in the mountains’ geology, right where no one is watching.
Soldier is guarding the Princess’ home. The lamp is lighting downwards and It is much windy. Despite, nothing is moving without the Princess’ permit. Observing the frozen life, admiring the mild composure of the place, between a royal dream and a simply tourist life. Soldier assures everything is going as planned as well, meantime we both are thinking to the available time to process our consciousness.
Flagging a royal history on the sky
Monaco’s old plaza on Christmas time
Hidden soldier in the entrance, prompt to intervene for any sudden randomness.
The home of the real King
A great love story, loved and forever remembered.
The historical yellow submarine of the Oceanographic Institute of the Principality of Monaco. Dipping the soul’s mind.
Classic supercar. Everybody can see It; so, is It really extraordinary? What is It, exactly, extraordinary?
People alongside Prince Pierre’s Avenue. Everyone, deeply, has his own way, outside a body or inside a body. One is closing up the mobile, another is waiting, both two, there, are chatting and other two are doing the same, close to other lives, and, so far, all is forward, ahead, towards their way, outside a body or inside a body. Being right now by the “Body’s Avenue”., each one, each body.
Mamelating buildings are like mamelating pillows: both are projected towards a deep long sleep.
Local public transportation, a rare key of lecture for vertical movements.
You go down alone. Nobody is following you. You born alone; you’ll die alone. A body is sliding down the street and her dark shadow is following her body. The shadow is alone too in itself. Both are alone; both are inside a body, one made by meat, another made by an obscured image; one is false, one is true. They change his nature continuously. Where are you all going? You will come with me right now for ever in this picture.
Glittering curve goes directly below buildings, inside concrete bodies, made by concrete gold, for gold people. I cannot visit you; in this life, I follow another path, without much choice. I am simply a gold father, for gold daughters, and this is my real richness. Dear Prince and Princess, thank for your beautiful gash; I will bring you all always inside a gold body. Salut.
“Il Principato di Monaco è un anfiteatro di benessere ed eleganza, composto da trasgressione materiale e dalla storia di principato reale più antica del pianeta. Più volte il mare della sua concava realtà fu oggetto di desiderio delle nazioni vicine; ciononostante, il coraggio di questa città ha sempre difeso la sua unica personalità e l’applicazione della sua lungimiranza.
Il distretto di Montecarlo è luogo di sfarzosa umanità. Da Larvotto a La Condamine e Fontvieille, attraverso motori e ruggiti in corsa, si scopre l’opera in scena continua dell’anfiteatro ligure, tra giocattoli di lusso e anime decontestualizzate. Alla fine, nel suo colle più antico, risiede la vera anima del Principato, il senso della sua storia, la ragione della sua magia. Il Principe e la Principessa stanno riposando, nel colle antico, conquistato nel lontano trecento, entrambi intrappolati nel colle monegasco e nel sogno dell’intera umanità.
Il Principato di Monaco è inside a body.”
“The Principality of Monaco is an amphitheater of well-being and elegance, made up of material transgression and by the oldest royal principality history on the planet. Several times the sea of its concave reality was the object of desire of neighboring nations; nevertheless, the courage of this city has always defended its unique personality and the application of its foresight.
The Montecarlo district is a place of lavish humanity. From Larvotto to La Condamine and Fontvieille, through running engines and roars, one discovers the continuous staged work of the Ligurian amphitheater, between luxury toys and decontextualized souls. At the end, in its oldest hill, lies the true soul of the Principality, the sense of its history, the reason for its magic. The Prince and the Princess are resting, in the ancient hill, conquered in the distant fourteenth century, both trapped in the Monegasque hill and in the dream of all humanity.
The Principality of Monaco is inside a body.”
Giovanni Paolo Amenta