fiabrica is factory

it thinks

it imagines

it writes

it draws

it cuts

it sews

it creates

it recovers

it gets his hands dirty

it is copper

it flows

it runs through 

it is exceeds

it moves

it is voice

it breathes

it exists

it lives

it is

it is not

it is a child accompanying his dad

it is a fireplace that smokes

it is the grandmother in the kitchen

it is a midnight lullaby

it is a mom who cries in a crib

it is the machine that limps

it is the grandfather's hoe

it is the hand of the craftsman

it is flowers snow 

it is moon silence

it is yesterday, today and tomorrow