Maria Cristina Pisignano confides in us, through a pencil sketch, her nostalgia for a child who was unable to be born. A trauma of almost twenty years ago, a pang of pain still present in his body and mind. The story of an irremediable absence is told here without words and with rapid chromatic games of persuasive virtuosity: the face of the creature that the author holds in her arms has been transformed into a small sun, and her body - perhaps - into a limb of lawn. But another sun, the real one, illuminates the mother and the child, and life, despite everything, continues.
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