"...One night my fantastic visions brought me to fly over a vaste ocean, like the one I imagined Paul Gauguin must have crossed to reach his beautiful Tahiti of dreams. It was frightening though: how could I see that day, if I was in the night?
But then I didn't know: in truth, there are many of ourselves, everywhere.
So that wasn't me - it was one of the others..."

©  Orio Menoni, 1999

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