Captivity

Her vision, from the constantly passing bars, has grown so weary that it cannot hold anything else. It seems to her there are a thousand of them; and behind the bars, no world…

As she paces in cramped circles, over and over, the movement of her powerful soft strides is like a ritual dance around a center in which a mighty will stands paralyzed. Only at times, the curtain of the pupils lifts, quietly. An image enters in, rushes down through the tensed, arrested muscles, plunges into the heart, and is gone…

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About Mauro Metallo

A Writer and Photographer equally at home in Italy and in Canada.

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