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