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</script>https://www.horiki.org/wp-content/uploads/2023/05/Torre-di-Babele-1985-95x145-1-1024x640.jpg1024640Il ricordo di Horiki mi trasporta in un lontano passato fatto di discussioni infinite sul fare arte. Per lui essere artista era come un sacerdozio che obbediva ad una visione estetica della vita avvolta tutta in una sublime bellezza.