It’s evening, on a dark rock path. Six characters are discussing while their feet are lil burning due the daily incandescent sun. Close to the volcano mouth, a cold breath moves an ash pile: a box lightened by a firefly appears in front of all those eyes.

Why everyone should look at springly flowers arise.
You lived a love
that you would never forget.
How this sense of dying and taking care changed your life,
Writing on your secret yellowed rice-paper diary why everyone should look at springly flowers arise.

Are you breathing? Are you there?
We’ve made a promise,
as we’ll see each other running close to that foggy land.
Feel my shadow through the breeze,
Fondle me while we’re getting blind,
I swear no one will remember where we’ve engraved the sign,
‘cause melted-boot footprints were fading away, choked inside mirroring shifting sands.


Visions come true as perspectives flatten.
Two blue butterflies were flirting on a leaf fragmenting our infected memories even as Dana shone bathing her paws close to the lake foreshore.

She had a big heart: organs located in her tail could perceive and transmit some radio waves manifested in some songs form, while she was starring as a guarding storyteller recording her gently barking on a walkie talkie.
But when the battery came fastly to die, legs were suddenly chained and a flame of fire embedded our souls into a crystal retractable stick.

Pawn on a square, the game was done. Chatting on the last decision,
looking at me as an unborn worm,
I cut my tongue with a sword.

But... Surprise!
You’ve unbox a clock
with some fake hands locked...

And a vertical monument crumbled, rumbling inside our puzzled pupils leading the deaf silence of a day gone.

“What lies beneath” was a dusty gathering, a spontaneous ritual, a friendship pact... the proves? They are marked on our bodies. They are hidden beneath our filthy bright nails and under the shadows of our colorful smiles. But don’t try to ask us to tell about it, we won’t say a word!

The Speechless Foolies are: Livia Bertacca, Eva Vallania, Carla Rossi, Rebecca Picci, Youri Johnson, Gaia Vincensin, Viola Morini, Sara Di Lauro, Garbage Core, Unghiesupreme, Martina Porcelli, Clara Montaruli, Vittoria Toscana, Sandro Triplat

curated and directed by Alessandro Veneruso
text by Eva Vallania
pics by Carla Rossi, Ilaria Abo Rahmi and pics from phone

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