I watched live-shows since the early afternoon of that September 11th, 2001, and I stared at the rapid succession of the dramatic events in America. I followed incredulous, dismayed, troubled, anxious, petrified, frozen, distressed every moment of the apocalypse of New York, with the destruction of a myth, the myth of the Twin Towers, the symbols of the American power and pride. My thought dwelt upon that day, those nightmare, terror, fear hours, dwelt upon the chase of the awful destruction and death events in New York that indelibly marked the New Millennium.

Inspired by these events of monstrous cruelty I created at first a graphic work: Man fights against the invisible, quite related with the catastrophic events, and then the pictorial work: September 11th, 2001-The Cry of New York, and still in two fancy moments the poem: September 11th, 2001-The big fear-fly my thought, and finally, the pictorial work: Dawning sun with dynamic figures, sure that the sun would have come back to shine on New York, and to wish the choice to live in a better world with more goodness, solidarity, justice, freedom, peace.

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