Septiembre

This is the summer of the mountains and as September approaches the lakes together with the low steppe are waiting and I already see the yellow color in front of my eyes shining like gold through the air when they were picking the grapes I was dancing inside the steppe waiting for nobody waiting for […]

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Un settembre

Alcuni settembre prima: Alcuni buoni amici, buoni amici e sconosciuti allo stesso tempo, adoro queste due qualità come se fossero una sola, e il concetto di tempo, che è tirato come una corda in nero, cresco… Mi ritrovo a crescere in numeri o forse no solo in numeri? Ma no, forse è un’illusione. Non ne […]

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One September

Some Septembers before: Some good friends – good friends and strangers at the same time, I love both of these qualities as if they were one – and the concept of time, which is being pulled like a rope in the black – I grow… I find myself growing in numbers or maybe not only […]

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