Solitude of drifted society
By Andrea Gamba
1 Nov 2011
A desolate theatre of former human longing.
For those who believed in an endless playful society: a gate to hell!!!
How glorious this plan to sail an amusement park toward the infinite depth of a considerable wild sea and yet the past seemed so full of good intentions.
How naïve is the man who gave life to this sinister contraption too, which has greedily eaten childrens' smiles and laughter until till this thundering silence.
A man stills on this rubble empire built of plywood and beside him, deckchairs stand, dusty and thirsty for body heat not far from where that faded figure sits
Mercy has again swallowed our bare eyes but hope is still on your palm sold for a few pence...