The dry soil cracked by the sun extends up to the horizon, letting appear here and there tracks of human presence, like pointless imprints in the territory. Blurred by the heat, forsaken forms remain in the remote landscape of Sicily. A warm breeze makes silhouettes slowly shiver, without break, without crash. The silence stays.
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