Diana's dream

Photography by Fabio Nosotti

Make-up & Hair by Carla Tersini   Lyrics by Stefano Bortolussi

Thanks to Sara Novaretti

Clothes by  CHACHA Accessories, Milano

It could be a dream, a departure,

an abandonment of reality’s boundaries

who seem to embrace her gesture,

or maybe her request : the candelabra

she tries to reach is almost bare,

as if time itself has worn itself out

and won’t lend itself to the nightly game,

the chest is closed & locked, but it

would just reveal emptiness if only

 she’d get up and try to open it,

the peeling walls and stones won’t talk,

the ottoman seems to clutch her

like a bat made of wicker and wood,  

and the portico’s vaults watch her

with a vague indifference.

of nature and levity,  

a nudity barely shielded

by the black flutters of a shawl,

the severe geometries of a window

facing the trees,

in its green embrace like Diana,

for a velvety slumber.