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My nails touched nothingness

This marks a huge step forward in the search for depth, where horizon and context are “between the real and the unreal”, in the sea and the island of Capri.

Carmine Fiore’s sad experience of death is reflected in his choice of his home Island as the ideal interlocutor for a reflection on collective human existence. And so Capri, the island of easy living and luxury, becomes the container for real life, testifying rather to a universal humble lifestyle in its naturalness. ...more links to reviews