the rain hitting the window glass when I’m about to fall asleep
ANONIMO
concerto infinito / endless concert
il libro dei suoni personali/ the book of personal sounds
the rain hitting the window glass when I’m about to fall asleep
ANONIMO
the rustle of the pillow that Pepito drags close to my bed to sleep near me
VERONICA
the persistent chirping of the cicada as I, a little girl, looked up at the starry sky in my father’s arms
BARBARA
the hypnotic crack of the skipping rope on the ground while watching the other girls jump
FRANCESCA
the singular and reassuring sound of the Citroen motor that would bring my father home
FRANCESCA
the deafening silence of the words you denied me
GAIA
the wind blowing in your ears that sounds like the sound of the sea in seashells.
TATIANA
the comforting gurgle of a moka announcing morning coffee and a day that is still full of hope
FRANCESCA
drops falling from the paddle when the kayak slides into the sea.
MAURO
the rustle of the sheets that L. makes, already in bed, when he waits up for me in the dark and comes next to me to put his arm around me to warm me up, in silence.
MARIA CHIARA
il colombaccio. il suono che mi riporta a quando ci siamo addormentati sul balcone in un giorno caldo d’estate e un paio di loro ci hanno svegliati con il loro canto dall’albero di acacia
DAN
silence gives space to your mind, it slowly expands. an infinite peace grows from which pleasure rises and embraces.
MONICA
the sound of your voice, that stops, becomes a smile and then a laugh.I’d like to fall asleep every night to that laugh, waiting for the moment it stops and remain silent listening to your breathing
DANI
il tremolio leggero delle sue ciglia eteree e i meandri dei suoi capelli ondulati che scorrono sulla mia pelle mentre mi bacia, i nostri cuori che battono insieme
DIANA
il suono degli alberi che fischiano nella brezza, mentre il sole splende luminoso
UMESH
sitting near the ocean waves and quietly chanting a mantra I have invented
GUALTIERO
the silence of the desert
MAURO
the hidden sound of a flower as it blooms
LES FLEURS DE MARS
the echo of the lives of othersthrough an open window on a spring afternoon
MALU
the crackling of a fire
EDO
I breathe in a name and smell its aroma… as my mouth whispers familiar words and the waves, in the sea, savoury, beat to the rhythm of my time
ELISABETTA
dai miei ricordi: il silenzio ovattato mentre cammino durante una bufera di neve
FRANCESCA
“bella ciao” sung by yves montand
BONIFACIO
I love the sound of halyards clinking when a sailboat is moored on the water
FILL
the sound of lit candles and the flame makes a low noise when there’s a soft breeze in the air
ILARIA
the ringing in my ears after playing with my headphones o
FIL
the sound of rain hitting the roof of the car when you’re parked and waiting inside
JAMILA
when you turn the last page to read the end of a book
the sound of the smell of wet earth after a thunderstorm
SERENA
the slow gentle breathing of my dog before I fall asleep
FEDERICA
the chatter of men sitting outside a café in a small town
the suffocated silence in a moment of great pain
FEDERICO
the sigh after a narrow escape
SOFIA
marbles hitting against each other in your pocket
a child’s pencil pressing down on a piece of paper as he draws
my girlfriend’s housekeys in the lock opening the door as I’m making dinner
a blackbird singing before the dawn
the tide rolling back
a branch that falls on a ground scattered with leaves
the sound of footsteps on wet earth
an orchid that falls to the ground after it has bloomed