Roland Serani
rolandserani@hotmail.com


… As a child I have fond memories of my garden in Tirana curtained by grape, fig, cherry and peach trees. Every morning through my bedroom window I distinguished the rhythm of stilettos sounding like “Campanitas de Cristal”. From their perfume I imagined the grace of sizes 8 or 10, firm breasts, generous hips, defined buttocks and wavy hair…
…Like experienced tango dancers the rhythm of stilettos in afternoon descended in diminuendo, when they returned home carrying shopping bags: “Maripositas de Primavera” in harmony.