works were inspired by a series of recurrent dreams:
The train stops in Comiso, and I notice the station-master as
he gives the go-ahead to the conductor. I take the road uphill;
on my right I notice the oil mill where I got my first job;
then I keep going towards the town.
What really surprises me is that I know this road really well
but I come across a succession of buildings lining both sides
of the street. The buildings are ruins, whose architectural
style is not familiar to me, yet I'm impressed by their monumentality
and austere beauty. I notice a number of niches containing statues
in hieratic poses. I wonder how I could have lived in this town
for so many years and have walked these streets without ever
having seen this place?