Le salsicce sempre dispari (Sausages, always uneven)
It’s such a struggle, being romantic. Always having to look around for that rhetorical figure, that flutter of butterflies, those reflections on the waves at sunset.
When poetry – REAL POETRY – is always in front of us. In front of the butcher’s counter, too.
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A word of advice. Never ask your trusted butcher for 4 sausages. Sausages must always be uneven, like roses in a bouquet. Special project in collaboration with Andrea Falaschi, from the homonymous butchery here in San Miniato.
Each copy is inked and printed by hand, so there may be small differences between the photo you see and the object you receive. No copy is perfectly identical to the other. Frame not included.
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