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There is an invisible a path for the spoken word to be followed, until the end of the sound’s source .

This source has always been a “sacred place”: the mouth.

Oh yes, dense are the words that spring from the ritual, but what about the language of the every day? Where is the place where this two worlds meet?

An exceptional event is a sort of earthquake, a fluidic wave that propagates, extending a surface, enriching the language of new words, creating a new community by the “word of mouth”.

It is exceptional because unattended, because it leaves us “without words” for a second.

I see a city lying in the shadow of the real one, its dual, in which everything is revealed in symbolic form, and that sometimes, shows up, makes herself heard.