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It was his way to go on, to build, to renew himself, to give shifts , to briskly break any kind of scheme.
Ready to get angry, obstinated, superstitious, perfectionist.
He used to exhaust himself by bringing all his emotions to the extreme.
He knew to have an erotic panic fire inside of him.
He used it.
In a frenetic way.
With men and women.
Impalpable influences.
Egocentric manipulations.
The disillusion made him hill.
Only then he left the things and the persons he loved.
He lived day by day.
On the vulnerability of the opposite sites that were fighting in his mind.
Inventing the new was a moment of judgment of himself, of valuation of his own capabilities.
He created difficulties to overcome them.
He always started again.
He moved between beginnings and ends.
He believed in astrology.
He was predicted that the first years of the Nineties he would have had a great success.
He has not seen it.
He tests the cocoon of his creations.
Still not completely opened.
And his zodiac sign painted with oil and crystals.
Theatricality of the sign on a white background.
Bright needles piercing through the dark of the inelegance.
WALTER ALBINI
by Carla Sozzani
tests by Anna Masucci
