Just like a snow of flowers, Simona lays from an end to another of the luck. She blooms in red petals, she weaves herself in strands of sand, that have forgotten their last tempest. Simona gathers around her snows a sheet of blue sky, for the light in her eyes to be easier to see. The smile that takes a chance in the arch of the roulette, at a running dice, for a queen in a royal flush hidden in a imaginary cuff. The nights of the casinos are always laying at the feet of her red snows, to take out of the pack the queen of spades. Those who got lucky in the long nights, will leave with her in their thoughts, to find her again and again, among the aces of the unfinished duels.
ARTE VIZUALE/MEDIA
