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Your shadow..

Your shadow changes shape while traveling, is hunched over a dune, it breaks up in the sun behind a grate, shatters on the rocks, it vibrates from a train window, it freezes, long, the tedium of a plain covered with frost. Dance on the sheet in the wind, it soars over a rock, giving sometimes bizarre angles to your profile. Seeing your shadow change, you realize that by moving never remains the same.

[Marco Aime, travel Sensi, 2005]

( Merowe, Sudan - 26.10.2007)

Your shadow changes shape on the road, hunched over a dune, it divides into the sun behind a grating, it shatters on the rocks, vibrates on a train window, it freezes, long, in the tedium of a plain covered with hoar-frost. It dances on a cloth moved by the wind, it soars over a rock, giving sometimes to your profile bizarre angles. 
  Seeing your shadow changing, you realize that by moving you’ll never be the same.

[Marco Aime, Sensi di viaggio , 2005]

 ( Nile river, Khartoum, Sudan - 27.11.2009)