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"Sergio Tori: a life lived" by Gianni Quilici

When the machine is playing for the last time to Livorno, where his body was incinerated in order to be secure Then, in his garden in Monaco, I thought that Sergio Tori would go forever, that it was 50 years old, still young, because his ideas were boiling down to the last ...

I instantly wrote:

"The casket of Sergio on shoulders. Sergio burning, there will be no more, only ashes, ashes, that does not convert back to life, the infinite time, the scary thing ... "

And then the silence of the attic:

" March will be without Sergio. Without his line lightning. Without his sharp irony. Without the ambition to progress further along its path ... "But who was

Sergio Tori ?

do not know, of course. All I can say just as I saw. A "being" restless. Young age had begun to travel. Not as a tourist, but as a boy among men and women in the Maghreb, Latin America and the length and breadth Asia, up to Afghanistan, and archaic warrior, living in even the most poor and marginalized, being sometimes in incredible situations, in my eyes, almost like science fiction. But with

had crossed "furiously" the history of our years, from '68 to the years of lead, the crisis of the movements of the '80s to the big peace demonstrations of the 2000s. Had participated, writing and photographing, before the experience of "New Moon" and, most recently, the Photography Club Photolife. Some of his photos had appeared on "Archipelago" and in several exhibitions, the last of them on Vietman in Milan with great success. He had one eye

ductile, very receptive, which was transformed for suggestions for experiments. It is called photo-poet.

the poet had a burning feeling of "things", the metaphorical transfiguration, the power of rhythmic music.

Among some amazing e-mail that you sent me, very briefly, just to give a sense of who he was Sergio Tori:

" Sometimes the days run away like water on the glass when it rains hard, you go through spendthrift than you wanted to do and yet neither that nor the fact it is early evening and you almost let go of the euphoria of the time wasted, it is almost night and only dreams can appease insane desires. "