|
GIOVANNA |
|
|
|
If I think about Giovanna, I see her in the Bottega, as if in a nest. In that refined and elegant chaos with which she takes care of her shop. I see her from the window, in the creativity, always natural and surprising, with which she offers it to us. I hear her in the music to which she listens, and remember a Luca Faggella sung by Jacques Brel, or Ivano Fossati. For me, Giovanna is, above all, her big eyes, which come from far away, like the name of her family, which arrived here twenty years ago. Big eyes looking so far. And watching. And feeling. [daniela brunetti] |
