Giants with feet of ice, they are trapped in their frozen envelope, looming everywhere like look-outs in a fantastic, unreal and magical scenery. Everything is frozen in a precious and fragile instant.

Fanciful apparitions concentrate our gaze into the delicateness of the lines and the soft, dissolved colours.

These tall sentries move me. They keep watch over pristine landscapes where every sound is muffled, softened to better reveal the poetry and enchantment of the present moment, here and now. Like a break in time, a bubble where time is suspended, hooked to my dreams.

Evanescence,

is also a book

A poetic bubble as a testimony of the wild beauty that nature offers us in its most fragile and ephemeral form.

A plea for it to remain, for a long time to come, a source of wonder.

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