The Color between the Lines

La linea corre rapida all’apice, si rifugia nell’angolo, scompare, riappare più in là. Retta, s’addolcisce curvando fino a risolversi in un cerchio perfetto, non più linea, ma forma. Timido s’insinua un colore, ma presto si ritrae sfumando in un gioco lieve. Occhi alieni all’improvviso appaiono, stupiti.

The line runs quickly to the apex, takes refuge in the corner, disappears, reappears further on. Straight, it softens curving until it resolves into a perfect circle, no longer a line, but a shape. A color creeps in, shy, but soon it withdraws and fades into a light game. Alien eyes suddenly appear, amazed.