My work is a straight road 14 mm wide
where there are no crossroads or choices
I just have to walk straight to the other side
A necessary path to find myself
I would like to accept and enjoy anything I encounter on my way
To do so I try to abandon the mental structures
that prevents me from reaching the essence of things
I imagine myself like a tree that grows freely
At the time of my performance I empty myself
I remove everything superfluous to be light on the wire
I agree to suspend my ego to lose myself to the void
My senses are heightened
I hear and see everything
yet I do not grasp any details
I just see dots like a picture of the universe
whose symbolic meanings reveal themselves among the shadows
On the wire I am a border, beyond which everything merges
to reveal itself in its entirety and unity
The colors are vivid
The fear of death-- from this, everything begins
I don't want to fight it, but rather to welcome it
To live for what it is
and to allow myself to be afraid
If one learns how to die, one also learns how to live
I'm used to be afraid and despite this
I take the first step to be suspended on the wire
Through fear, you find the way to be absolute
In us I see the same core
a void from where everything is born
but from where we all try to run away
to hide ourselves in models that do not respect our true nature
I see many egos who are struggling to succeed
I see malice and meanness
Then I see smiles and eyes, and if I strange replies to my smile
when I am open, empty, vulnerable
I am moved to tears
On the wire I face infinity
In everyday life it is hidden, silent
put aside by our mind that lives in selfishness
and it is afraid of reach the infinite
If I turn back now I would see myself standing at the window
with the hands joined on my mouth
lips closed looking at me as I walk away
The blood flows, the heart beats in every part of my body
I imagine my body made of a wire mesh
The wind passes through and carries away the tension
from the shoulders, from the arms
takes away all my thoughts, like heavy leaves
The net itself is a thought and the wind takes it away
I'm not me anymore, I'm just wind