I met Lizzie in a no-place of our no-time, yet I’ve met her, she exists. In the stubborn emptiness she has precipitated her heart beats and plays its rhythm as the drum of the far land where she comes from. Lizzie is nineteen, maybe less, though her childish body disappears in a woman face much older than the nineteen she declares. Lizzie loves music and … Continua a leggere Lizzie: talkin’ bout a revolution