DIARY OF A DANCING DREAMER IN THE STREETS OF BERLIN – Giulia Marchetti
Ten thirty in the morning. Berlin, Mauerpark. I’m walking alone, accompanied by the sound of the bells inside one of ...
Ten thirty in the morning. Berlin, Mauerpark. I’m walking alone, accompanied by the sound of the bells inside one of ...
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A Child of Snow The stranger had large hands and a face slender like a wolf. Taiki liked wolves. The ...

STABAT MATER Iuxta crucem Saturday Maurizio calls from Caracas. It’s 10 PM in Italy. There is desperation in his voice. ...

Letter to a Mapuche Son tañi pichi wentru, Tañi Pichi Weichafe, Tañi Mapuche pvñvm If when seeing ...

While watching a play at the theatre, our faces are a paradox. They are private and yet public. We ...

Near the window a sparrow is startled By its reflection or this man? The hand behind slowly moving the ...
In this issue of The Dreaming Machine, an interview with the artist focusing on this exhibit, curated by Camilla Boemio,...
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