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In the concrete sense, I look at the outward form of the body that is in front of me, the other senses perceive, but the view has prevailed. It is the image of a doe and beautiful alters (police). I know that the concept is not pre-existing object in the same way fatal idle / you are the imaginary (Foscolo). Rather, it is like the image of the voice, the echo, an extension of infinite rays converge. Not is filtered, manipulated, mediated by technical means. A look that puts the cards on the table, an action, a clear expression or definitive. Participate in a showdown between me and the "world". A showdown. I'm looking for truth. In me, and elsewhere. Work in progress, the infinite set of relations established or dileguantesi. Among them, the image appears before me invisible, like a subject that is formed in a state of photographic emulsions, and that is reflected in the development process. As you move into, plastic "made". Momentum to overcome the ranks of funeral masks of the ancestors-made in wax or precious material, the sides of my journey so permanently arranged to have better "Memory", until now jealously guarded and venerated. Now, I look at an exact reproduction, not only very similar, is what it is. Clearly perceived with clarity of an item no longer abstract, indefinable. I have no idea of \u200b\u200bthe precise form of shared life of contemporary society, unleashed the power of artificial joy of choking away. It's there to evoke the "reality". Looms ominous, looming, heavy. Pressed as a mountain of sand that runs into the throat and eyes, as the impact of dead body that covers everything and touches, like the filthy image of fraud (Dante, Inferno XVII, 7).

On the contrary, express life, effectively way, fearless. They are the last stage in the metamorphosis, corresponds perfectly to me. I have not only a mental representation, an inner vision of things, people and situations that deviate from. I do not take part in the market for the products of the imagination. I do not have a vision. In body and in mind, one voice, I have power and strength of imagination, I suppose not, I do not foresee, do not give a lively narrative. It is a vigorous assertion of sweeping away the design, invention, quell'escogitare with the mind that made me mutilated. I do not think, do not "think", does not assume or presume. I run, I fight hard, I threw like a man, thrust his hands shake. Kill. Free the illusions of a time that flows uncontrollably. Free from the cages and the semantic intuitions, from collecting lightning or imaginary bells in the middle of the night (Morante). My scope does not separate the real from the imaginary and symbolic. My foundation is the knowledge that I have a lot of things (De Sanctis), I feel I have the appearances, simulacra of counterfeits, approximations. Converge in polyphony and angry myself. [The text is dedicated, with genuine affection, to all those who will live together, bravely and peacefully December 22, 2010 - G. Durst]

Note: "The Latin imaginor is united by the late-antique grammarians to "Imitation", but in fact the verb indicates activity of the mind more subtle, similar to the greek φαντάζω, which means "me monster" but also "deceit" (see φάντασμα). It can also be used with the meaning of shape (see Lactantius: "... Terram digitize imaginatam suis ..." Lact. 5, 13, 21). The noun of the verb is imaginor imago. Is reduced by some philologists to imitate (a contraction of imitago), but if the results of similar verbs such as aemulo and simulation Aemulatio and simulat, imitatio is to imitate that has a different value from that of their more intimate and imago. Imago has different meanings but all of quasi-esoteric. Imagines were the ghosts (see φαντάζω-φαντάσματα), the illusory appearances, and then imagines were also the echo and reflection of the mirror. Finally imagines majorum were modeled in wax figurines depicting the dead. "